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	Kitchi seemed to back away more, despite the smell of sweets, when the two demanded that she give the soul gem back, she still shook her head. [color=FA8072]"Kitchi [i]can't[/i]... Jeevak need. Is key. For oracle! Make wish! Kitchi... need wish..."[/color] she whined. She seemed more and more ready to bolt any second.

	Bidzil nodded to Hilde. She would need some sort of medical attention after taking a hit like she did. Before he could  say that though, Kitchi's words caught his ear and he turned where he sat next to Hilde. [color=F4A460]"The oracle? This Jeevak guy is looking for the oracle too? S-so it [i]isn't[/i] just a legend!"[/color] he said excitedly. He was worried after getting here that his searching may all be for naught, but it seemed like he wasn't the only one looking, and that only confirmed it all the more to him. 

	Nix bounded back away from Kistal at first, his sudden approach spooking her her. She then cautiously circled around Kistal, walking upright yet hunched down, her ears laid back and her hair and tail furrowed. Her arms were bound and locked in chains and there were some shackles still attached to her neck and legs as well, dragging the remnants of their chains in the sands at her feet. Slowly, she got closer and Kistal could see that she was battered pretty badly, yet it didn't seem like it was only her own blood that was on her. There were dried remnants of blood around her claws and mouth as well from her struggling against the bandits.

	[color=4169E1]"Trap,"[/color] she said half accusingly and halfway as if she was asking a question, her voice a bit hoarse since they last met. She looked around to try to read the situation a bit more before timidly approaching the rest of the way, nipping a piece of the sweet meat gingerly with her teeth before scooting back a step. As she chewed on it, he would see her start to tear up as she unceremoniously plopped down on the ground.

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	Allard chuckled heartily, "Well from what I remember I had a pair of gifted lasses there ta stitch me up! But aye, Had the same the m'self," he said as he tapped the shaft of his ax on the stone road below. "Strange though, this is not ta scout party we sent out, whole nother ship ta boot."

	When Tyrael came for Lynn, it seemed she was just waking up, the sound of the people outside alerting her that they had reached her destination. She was still weakened but at least she was able to move about on her own, though she seemed to stay close to Tyrael, not letting them out of sight. She seemed tired still, and left her staff inside the ship, unable to pull it around with her manipulation ability currently. 

	Allard nodded to Tyrael as the figure seemed to be looking for someone in charge to speak to. It probably wasn't often that Tyrael felt dwarfed to another person, especially a non orc. Most the men here seemed to be large and strong, as if on nearly even ground of other orcs, like the bandits in the desert. However this man was on a whole new level, yet still, even he was covered in bandages and looked to be recovering from whatever conflict had occurred, yet looked like he was still ready for another round should it be necessary. As for Allard, not quite seeing Tyrael through their heavy clothing, thinking that it was some Varuk hermit that decided to lend a hand, focused more on the girl that accompanied him. "Oi," he mumbled sounding worried, "this one is much too far from home..." he thought momentarily. "Traveler, we thank ya in yur aid, I'll see to it ya meet with tha smithy, but first things first, the ocean dweller. How by Krogan's beard she made it here, I can't even imagine... Valia?"

	Valia turned from the girls to Allard when he called. "Yes, Allard?"

	"Please, show this young lady of the sea ta gettin' cleaned, let her stay in the oasis, otherwise I don't think she will fare well much longer." She nodded and was quick to help, along with Sonia and the other girls taking her away to be cleaned up before letting her rest in the oasis. "Traveler, be you hermit or an outlander, you are welcome here for bringing them back to us. Come over to tha inn, I'll get ya some drink, then we can talk about what happened and tha smithy." He said, using his great ax as a makeshift walking staff.