[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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When Arcan vanished, it became evident that the combined words and defiance of his allies had successfully convinced him to let them be - albeit perhaps more through frustration than genuine persuasion, though in the moment it hardly mattered. Rezello’s grip on his spadone eased somewhat as he approached the three who had been the primary focus of Arcan’s animosity, holding out the rune-marked dagger and hairbands for Verdant and Miwa to take. [color=1a7b30]“Your equipment,”[/color] he spoke, breaking the silence he had maintained to avoid drawing too much of Arcan’s attention to himself.

[color=1a7b30]“While I agree it would be most sensible to leave as soon as possible, there is still the matter of the necromancer’s ritual chamber. Knowing what occurred there, I still intend to look into it,”[/color] he paused, turning to Miwa. [color=1a7b30]“That is, if you still intend to attempt a purification.”[/color] After all, he wouldn’t have any idea how to deal with curses and other such dark magics if he was on his own - whatever cursed magic it was that had sealed his mask to his face was already more than he knew how to deal with.

[color=a2d39c][i]Nonsense. My presence is a boon, not a curse.[/i][/color]

[color=1a7b30][i]Enchanted armor would be a boon, but that doesn’t mean I would want to wear it all the time.[/i][/color]

[color=a2d39c][i]Your loss.[/i][/color]

In any case, even if they couldn’t do anything about or discover anything in the unnatural darkness that flooded the room the necromancer had converted into a ritual chamber, the shattered wall they witnessed when they first arrived at the vault could at least serve as a shortcut out of Arcan’s territory.