[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    frowned at the idea of harming Amaris, the look more like it physically pained him, rather than it merely bothering him. When Ophelia turned the possibility down, Farren relaxed slightly. [color=#007FFF][b]“Twelve silver bullets, half that loaded. Still eight vials,”[/b][/color] he supplied.

Farren hadn’t even glanced at his pouch, or touched it when he’d given the numbers. Clearly he had his supplies memorized as a matter of course. It didn’t even occur to him that it might be strange. Rather than reply to her final question he just nodded once. He bowed his head to the shop keeper and Amaris, then turned and followed Ophelia, ready to return to the Labyrinth.