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The blonde denizen raised a brow as the clank of Artemis’ vast array of weapons hit the stone tiles that littered the roads beneath them. It was an amusing sight, but she couldn’t smile given the circumstances.

Wayfarers had gotten lackadaisical and some had injured citizens of the city or Lendie’s own guardsmen. In the past few weeks she had received apathy, outright hostility, whining, begging… but rarely had she received a reasonable explanation. This was close to reasonable. As the leader of the group, an apparent Drox fraternity member, explained the situation her hand moved from the hilt of her blade. The member of her group was injured–confused and needed healing, there was no dispute about that and Lendie had no need to send the boy to a hospital. Based on the reports she had many questions for him and the group, but that would have to wait.

The blonde sighed rather aloof as she looked behind her shoulders and jerked her head. 

[color=FFFF8A]“Andrecille. Heal him.”[/color] She moved her eyes back to Seele as the cleric guardsmen moved up from formation and her voice seemed to get even more stern somehow. [color=FFFF8A]“You. Drox. With me.”[/color]

There was a brief silence as other members of Seele’s group followed orders, albeit anxiously. 

[color=FFFF8A]“We have reports that a wayfaring group was endangering public safety. This would be the time for you to give me more than ‘sick, confused, and injured’.” [/color]

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