[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Irian Sinewell[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Finally. Fucking finally. The Lions entertained, and now the host provided this weird doll that surprisingly had a more useful and benign purpose than expected. Was it worth all those battle for, his lingering annoyance still made it quite hard to decide.

But whatever, results are in and it was basically a tiresome test with extra marks and they succeeded. Irian was just waiting for orders for the final home stretch, but he remembered that even though no one died or was injured, there was still Lirrah who was still sobbing back there, even after the terror of battle had subsided. No, it was actually this time of the battle that trauma would settle in - The quietness, when there are no longer the sounds of clashing steel to distract oneself from confronting with what just happened. 

Quietly, Irian slinged the bow behind his back before heading back out, the same opposite direction the Nem had guided him. He did tell her that everything would be alright, the best he could do was follow up with it. 

[color=82ca9d]"Lirrah."[/color] The elf waved at the pink-haired merchant as he emerged from the room with a huff, but when neared raised both palms up. [color=82ca9d]"Everything is alright. She's gone."[/color] Seeing Kayliss's nudge to Cadmon regarding Lirrah made him recall the countless scrutiny he had under some uptight boss. It took a lot of thickening up to get used to it. [color=82ca9d]"Let us get out of here, shall we?"[/color]

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