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Fellwing whirled on Garrock once more, exasperated and not in a place where she could hold her tongue. [color=#595555]"Did he not talk about spiders? Is this [i]troll [/i]a spider to you? Good Moons! To begin with, there never were any spiders, it was just [i]Skobel[/i]—"[/color]

Runa cut her off, her worried words dousing some of Fellwing's anger.[color=#595555] "Yes, he attacked [i]you[/i], that is—"[/color] but the bite had gone from her words. [color=#595555]"That is... no, I'm sorry. I understand, l-let me see what I can do."[/color] She approached, reaching out towards Yetu apprehensively, still not entirely sure whether she could trust him — or herself. 

Magic that could make one lash out... yes, indeed, she was familiar with at least one source of it.
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[hider=ooc]Fellwing Searches Yetu for Traces of Darkness and with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29690]5[/url] is, uh, probably too blinded by Darkness still, herself.
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