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The adrenaline had faded by now from their previous encounters with the corpse-men and wraith-things, and Nabi [i]felt it[/i] as she followed the rest of her new-found party. A wave of tiredness had encompassed her, mixed with a small amount of nausea from the smell of the corpses that had only really just taken hold after the adrenaline had worn off, both from those that had been subject to a thorough roasting by means of fire and lightning - burning flesh and hair had such a [i]wonderful[/i] aroma, after all - and those that had merely had their innards - and doubtless whatever they had last had to eat - exposed to the open air. The smell of smouldering cloth added a faintly acrid aftertaste to the cavalcade of rottenness. She was no stranger to foul smells, with the ashlands of the east having all manner of vile stenches and putrid odours emanating from within the bowels of the earth, but it never got any easier to strengthen one's stomach against such things.

 There was now talk between the various people, with mentions of [i]divines[/i], [i]taint[/i], and an [i]angel[/i] to boot, all of which set Nabi positively ill-at-ease, with no small amount of trepidation now occupying her mind - and perhaps a bit of fear. Her inexperience with matters of corpse-men and wraith-things had already been exposed for the rest of the people to see, and now they were talking of fighting [i]divines[/i] and [i]angels[/i]? What was she to do, trust that this silver sword - that she had only just acquired - was capable of dispatching a [i]divine[/i]? Or were they planning on bombarding their opponent with a constant barrage of magic - assuming that these divines were even susceptible to mortal magic that is - and praying that it would be sufficient? Questions began circling in her head, questions that she had no answer to, questions that she wanted to speak aloud but feared mockery from her new companions-

[i][color=000000][b]No. Enough fretting.[/b][/color][/i] There had to be some way of dealing with whatever was ahead of them. She had yet to find a foe, inexperience aside, that would not fall to spell and swordcraft, even if it was a divine. She refocused herself on the conversation in time for the cyclops black-eye - no, [i]nightwalker[/i], she corrected herself - to speak in his gruff tone.

[i]“The Melenian is dead. This is a trap.”[/i]

[color=000000][b][i]You mean [i]another[/i] trap, surely?[/i][/b][/color] Nabi was about to open her mouth to respond, but the female deigan had already had taken that chance - and it was probably for the best, as they [i]definitely[/i] seemed to know what they were talking about. They mentioned empty vials, something called piaan - Nabi vaguely had heard of this, it was some drug that magicians used - and "thalks" and "frentits". From the context, if nothing else, Nabi assumed that the "thalk" was whatever they were preparing to face next, and the "frentits" were probably the wraith-things that had inhabited the carpets, tables, corpse-men, and other such delights that they had already dispatched. Had the Mellen-whatever summoned this thalk to defend themselves from the witch-hunters with silvered swords? It didn't seem unlikely. [color=000000][b]"Well, at least [i]somebody[/i] has told me what has been happening. I was starting to think I would never get that explanation."[/b][/color] Nabi gave a wry snicker.

[color=#d31c0a][b]"We are wasting time and there are still the bandits to deal with.”[/b][/color]

Of course. The bandits were still out there... and if this "thalk" was stronger than all of the previous things - no, [i]frentits[/i], use the proper term, she reminded herself - then there would be no small amount of effort and energy expended as a result. Nabi figured she'd at least chime in with her own opinion... everyone else had done so, after all.

[color=000000][b]"One issue at a time. If this... thalk? Yes, thalk... If the thalk is stronger than anything we have yet dealt with, we should not overstretch, even if it means the bandits have to wait their turn. If it helps your thoughts, I am quite good at tracking?"[/b][/color] Nabi offered as reassuring a smile as she could muster.