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This woman apparently didn't understand her position. It was understandable, if annoying, for her to think she could bark out orders in the heat of the moment, but to greet one of your saviors with snide remarks that they should be run out of town by inept sun worshippers so tactlessly afterward spoke to a completely unfounded confidence. Kyreth could set her ablaze with but a flick of his wrist and her only recourse would be to scream for Cerric's help before she met her beloved Zubil personally. His apparent indebtedness to the Lord might've given her a bit of a shield against retaliation, but Ceolfric couldn't help but wonder if she'd be so open with her scorn if [i]he[/i] were the Tainted and Kyreth a meek human farmboy along for the ride. If she was so afraid of that doddering old gremlin, she'd hardly be a match for him, after all.

And then Esvelee turned on Eila. A warranted question, but she really should continue to indulge her curiosity at her own peril. Eila was harmless and Kyreth probably lacked the testicular fortitude to actually retaliate, even verbally, but even the cowardly can 'conveniently' miss something that may bring the girl to harm. It was a good thing Cerric didn't seem to mind that she hated his stories, because he'd be the only friend she had left by the end of this trip if she kept that up. 

Cerric himself, on the other hand, offered another tidbit of helpful knowledge. The bandit had already surmised that Kyreth possessed some specific sense that he lacked himself, but an explanation of the nuances wasn't unwelcome. Assuming he got the gist, anyway; the display with the water snakes did nothing for him. Though it raised an important question; did he make such a disturbance every time he reached into someone's mind? And was such a skill innate only to primordial aetherborn, or could anyone cultivate such a sense. Dealing with fellow aetherborn would be even more difficult than he expected if they could breach his layers of subtlety and misdirection with a sense Ceolfric wasn't even aware of.

[color=AA4A44]"Does that happen with every use of magic, or just big ones?"[/color] Ceolfric questioned as he turned his gaze to Kyreth. Cerric would've probably been a better resource, but his bladder had apparently won out and Ceolfric certainly wasn't going to interrogate a man while he was pissing. Maybe it would segway back into a productive discussion instead of more of Esvelee's whining.
 
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