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Shield her knees--how ridiculous! Eila didn't think Liliann would be this stubborn about things. She pursed her lips in clear disproval, though she made sure to keep a tab on the conversation. Their aether hadn't changed at all, though she knit her eyebrows together once she could feel something change. Ceolfric must have done [i]something[/i], and sure enough, not even a minute later, the man was informing Ceolfric of everything they were doing. The thought bothered Eila a little; she didn't like the idea of anyone rooting around in her mind, let alone compel her to spill her thoughts out. Even if she wasn't hiding her status, she liked to keep her thoughts in her head and nowhere else.

Still, all the conversation proved was that Eila was right. [color=palegreen]"See? Just a pair of loafers who have had one too many,"[/color] She whispered to Liliann, vindicated. [color=palegreen]"Honestly...I'll return to the others. At least [i]try[/i] to de-escalate if he decides to wet his blade, won't you?"[/color]

The elf kept her grumbling to a minimum as she made her way back, sitting on her feet as she noticed Cerric awake. She waved away any concern. [color=palegreen]"A pair of drunkards from the Conclave, from what they claim. Ceolfric is speaking with them."[/color]

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