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[color=#66CDAA][b][h1]Kayliss Lambert[/h1][/b][/color]
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That was that, then. The Lions passed the Witch's asinine test, and...she handed out an equally asinine reward. At least the mage they had on retainer decrypted what exactly the little doll was supposed to do. More useful than Kayliss would have assumed at first, but it still wouldn't have killed the Witch to actually describe what it did. Cryptic wench. 

With no further orders for the moment, Kayliss slipped away from the main gathering. The rear-line forces could handle rescuing the prisoners. The Witch's mention of them being bought from across the sea was interesting, but it was doubtful one mention would lead to much without further evidence. A problem for the commander and her officers to deal with. And speaking of officers...

Kayliss raised a brow as she beheld Cadmon trying to comfort a sobbing Lirrah. Years of conditioning kept Kayliss from automatically rolling her eyes at the sight. What was the merchant doing? Was she [i]trying[/i] to be a liability? Though considering she'd just struck a deal with the nem for poison ingredients, best not to antagonize her too much. Instead, Kayliss glanced at Cadmon. 

[color=#66CDAA][b]"Have a word with the commander later, would you? About the...suitability of bringing civilians into the field."[/b][/color]

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