[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Octo][@Psyker Landshark][@Conscripts]
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Before Lirrah could even give an answer beyond trying to clean her face, some of the others started slipping out from where the fighting had been going on. He'd barely raised a hand at Kayliss before she made her thoughts on Lirrah's presence fairly evident, albeit more tactfully than he might have imagined. Irian didn't waste time coming out to greet them either, and for the proud little merchant, the growing attention at this particular moment—or even the possibility of it—seemed to quickly reach a point of being [i]too much.[/i]

He gave a small nod in recognition of what Kayliss was saying, turning on his heel and snatching his halberd from the wall with one hand. In two strides he reached down, catching Lirrah before she was flat on the floor once again. Heaving her up as he continued along, he was quickly carrying her like he would a child of similar size. [color=#ff8c00]"We'll meet the rest of you outside,"[/color] he bade the others just behind.

[color=#ff8c00]"Sorry about the armour,"[/color] he muttered to Lirrah as an afterthought. [color=#ff8c00]"Don't worry about this overmuch. István told me once that nobody came out of their first battle unscathed, even if nothing ever touched them. Foolish me didn't realize what he meant. You managed to survive, so you're handling it far better than some ever managed."[/color]