Narda and Myka had been talking with Daryll about what had just transpired in the Holly and Lyta’s village as well as Kire’s orders for Daryll to investigate it when Ysaryn appeared momentarily, accompanied by a woman Narda recognized. From the look on her face, she seemed just as surprised to be there as they were to find her here. But the woman only took a few moments to get her bearings and she was already ready to work. 
Myka cleared her throat. “Introductions first, yes?” 
After Narda stepped forward to do so, the giantess turned to Sid. “I don’t know how much you’ve been told, but for now…” She pointed to a newly set up tent, where the villagers who had ‘attacked’ Kire in the forest were now being held. “Those people seem to have just come out of a trance that had lasted for—well, we’re not really too sure, but let’s say a couple of days. They’re still dazed, and their skin seems a little scalded from, well, suddenly bursting into flame. Long story,” Narda added quickly. 
“Short version,” Myka put in, “some magical—entity, thing, I dunno, kinda took them over and their bodies are adjusting to whatever the seven hells had been taking over their bodies these past two or so days.” 

The two Amrians glanced at each other. Should they tell her about Envy? Or what Ruli was doing now? “Where’s Ysaryn?” Narda asked. 
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Gavin stopped, blinking in surprise when Ysaryn barred his way. Kire frowned, looking the elf over, noticing how she looked ready to jump into battle. As she spoke, Gavin, too, stepped back to watch her. 

“Danger? Are you talking about a coup?” Kire asked, crossing her arms. [i]She moves fast.[/i] “Without both Envy and Ruli, who else is tied to the wards that sense magic-users? If stealth is what you need, we can skip the gate. I can portal us without setting foot in there.”
Gavin was quiet for a few moments, looking at Ysaryn, then down at the weapons she carried. Part of him looked distressed; though he did raise that same concern himself earlier that day, that Envy’s disappearance would upset whatever order they had established in this shared city, it disturbed him to see how fast things progressed. He had seen takeovers before, as Itallo’s unwilling right-hand man. People jockeying for power, leveraging their advantages and their opponents’ weaknesses. The familiarity struck him, especially after he’d had to be back at Ziad and reminded of that period in his life. 
“A Chieftess must act quickly and decisively,” Kire said, nodding to Ysaryn after glancing at Gavin. “Alright. I trust you’ll know how to handle things.” She looked down at the items they had dug out of the rubble of the temple. “When can we see her?”
“And what about Zeke?” Gavin said, his eyes shifting, as if afraid there were ears everywhere.