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[color=E8113C][sub]October 9th, 528 - 1:15am[/sub][/color] 

[h2][color=E8113C]Safe House[/color][/h2][/center]

Valafar offered Lyra an apologetic smile as the Commander tromoed his way to the cabin, waiving off the other's assistance. [color=E948FC] "I am stationed here short term at Headquarter's command. I'll be returning to run an operation I was relocated from."[/color] Valafar explained as diplomatically as possible. [color=E948FC]"A rescue mission this risky does call for some support, though it is the first time I've been stationed as a stand by rather than spearheading a team myself. However, it seems I'm entirely uncessary and isn't that great! You survive an Inquisitor's holding facility, rescued two of our own, and came out without a broken bone. A pretty successful first command, huh?"[/color]

Valafar's cheerful smile turned sharper. [Color=E948FC] "So, how many of the bastards did you kill? On your way to catching up to me yet?"[/color]

The safe house was a cozy little thing as the Commander and company make their way inside. The old woman, drapped in comfortable shawls and nursing a cup of hot tea, rocked slowly on the front porch and watched Dylan with a still, unblinking stare. When she spoke, it came out crackling and dry like ancient parchemnt. [color=7B68EE]"A mercy, blood spilt. A storm's fury brews, a mind sundered; no Life salvages such devestation."[/color] The woman croaked, nodding stiffly at the prone man. She spared a glance at the two following - Roan she overed a cursory inspection but there was a glint of recognition as she inspected Quinn, followed by a huff of laughter before she returned to her unblinking vigil, gaze carrying far beyond the edge of the woods around them. 

Inside the sent of fresh bread and warm stew wafted around the rustic interior. Bowls, plateses, and utensils were piled up next to the stove, where a modest size pot sat covered and a loaf of bread sat on a wooden cutting block. A modest dining tallble sat in the center, under plants hanging to dry. A man in simple clothes, barely standing at 5'8, was washing his hands in a sink and turned to smile at the entering group.

[Color=green]"Welcome back and good job."[/color] He greeted them, laughter lines deepening as he offered a kind smile and nodded at one of two doors leading out of the kitchen. [Color=green] "Diana is in the living room for whoever needs to be cleared by a mind mage. Anyone who has an injury that needs tending, I'll be happy to help. Dinner finished just a bit ago so once you're healed up, you can grab a bite to eat."[/color] The man explained, patting his hands dry on a dish towel. 

[color=peru]"We've got another outside. Helga thinks he's already dead. Fix up everyone else up and then check on 'im. If we can't piece him back together, we'll give him his last rites after sun rise."[/color] Agreve grumbled as he slumped into a chair. The life mage sighed and patted Agvere's shoulder. [color=peru]"Roan, mind mage now. So long as she clears you, you're good to return and we'll debrief once everyone has a decent meal in their bellies."[/color]