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It was very exhaustive but Maeve somehow managed to keep up with Neev, who despite being even more tired than she already was and having already exhausted her magic, kept running from one patient to another to help them. Even though Maeve wasn't exactly skilled with healing magic, Neev's orientation showed to be quite clear and precise, making it easy for her to help. Maeve did notice how the healer girl didn't react to the fact that the man was a Grusk. She was still a bit careful around him but seeing how Neev herself had no different reaction, she simply kept her thoughts to herself.

It did take a good amount of time, but thanks to everyone's efforts and Neev's instructions, they were finally reached a point where they could say that they had 'finished', at least for now. Unsurprisingly, Neev instantly collapsed the moment they were finished, being caught mid air by a man who was also in the temple to help. After taking her somewhere to rest, the man returned to thank Maeve for her support.

[color=6ecff6]"It was indeed incredibly exhausting... Her dedication to her work is admirable though. It was lucky that I was here to help though as she was starting to show clear symptoms of magic exhaustion."[/color] Maeve said, stretching herself as she nodded to Vog after he said that he was tasked to keep her safe.

[color=6ecff6]"It's probably best for me to rest as well. Opponents of the level of those bandits would never make me tired, but using healing magic, which I'm not that proficient with, for long periods of time sure made me exhausted."[/color] Maeve finished as she retired herself to rest even if for a bit. 

It was already dawn but she slept only a few hours before the entire attack began. The moment she was on her way to Allard's inn though, she was met with quite a peculiar sight outside. Balancing himself on the tip of the pillar on the center of the square, a mysterious figure waited, alone. Wearing a basket helmet and occasionally producing puffs of smoke from the pipe it had was simply there, waiting, almost as if it was waiting for someone or something to happen. Despite having only taken a brief glance at the figure, it was enough for her to realize that, whoever that was, had a magic aura so powerful it was almost palpable.

Gently putting her hand on her rapier, Maeve approached the square, stopping some distance away from the monument, looking at the strange figure on top of it. The more she looked at the figure, the stranger it got. It was carrying a heavy farm hoe, replete with unmistakable blood stains and carrying a weird, dried up hand on his belt. The strange figure seemed to be studying Maeve just as curiously as Maeve was staring back at it.

[color=6ecff6]"Who are you?"[/color] Maeve finally asked, looking at the strange figure. Despite the fact that Maeve had still a calm tone in her voice, the fact that she had her hand in her rapier and her piercing stare were enough to tell the figure that she didn't trust it. Maeve was doing her best to hide the fact that she was exhausted, but she would appreciate if she could avoid a confrontation at the moment.