[CENTER][color=f49ac2][b][h1]Zinlynn[/h1][/b][/color]

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The rogue was lucky to have already sheathed her rapier. Otherwise, she would have dropped it at the sight of what happened next. Zinlynn's eyes widened at Tibor as he raised his weapon and she tried to stop him, calling "[color=f49ac2]No! WAIT--![/color]"

But her words were left unheard. She was splattered with blood as Tibor ended Ironheart's life. In the past year she had her memory, she had never seen anything so gruesome. Her eyes were wide, her skin grew pallid, and her breathing grew erratic as she stared at Ironheart's body. 

Her eyes slowly trailed away from the body to Neth as he spoke so coldly, and to Azra, who lashed out angrily. 

The only words Zinlynn could muster towards Tibor were shaking and feeble, 

"[color=f49ac2]How....How could you...?[/color]" 

She stumbled as she picked herself up and tried to help Azra with Ironheart's burial, her hands and legs shaking from the sight of an ally's death. 

.....Was this her fault? She couldn't help but wonder to herself. 

She noticed Azra taking Ironheart's gold, but didn't say anything. Gold is important, but right now...they needed to give Ironheart a proper funeral and focus on finding Gundren.