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At his refusal to shake her hand in greeting, Megara withdrew it, returning it to her side. Camlen had spent too long alone, his paranoia only encouraged by the imposed isolation in an effort to hide away. The others tried their hand at appeasing him, but Megara knew this would only insight him further.

I can prove it, she’d announce. I can prove that we’re not agents of the All-Father. Again the short elf stepped forward, pulling the strap of her satchel off a shoulder as well as her staff to rest on the ground. While he’d maybe observed her magic from the shadow, the point was to encourage the man that the group were no threat to him.

Now. I am trusting you with this information. Remember that. her finger pointed before the hand again returned to her side. Inhaling a few deep breaths, Megara allowed the shard to resonate, assuming control over the healer with a distinct change in posture. One green eye remained as the usual elf’s hue, while the other shone, glistening with an aura of authority only made more definite when the woman opened her mouth to speak.

“Who dares delay those who seek to help the wounded? the cadence was not Megara’s, the tone older, diminished, but the power of Sylaise was undeniable. It pressed against the hermits' domain, testing its resolve with confidence yet leaving it intact.

"Speak your reasons, and I will not tear your hearth from under you."

@Zevran Arainai