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Syrathic took a place next to Zachary as they walked. From underneath the hood of his cloak, he eyed both Ruby and Morguerat. The elf had heard the soft words added by Morguerat during his... rant. He did not know what it meant however, but he was certain for the moment that he did not want to be near the imposing figure. The man's manner appeared gruff, and his words only reinforced Syrathic's notion that the man should be left alone. "If his pain was my business, he'd tell me. But from the looks of him, I don't know if he'd accept any help that I would offer anyway."
The woman on the lion was perplexing as well. She radiated an aura of hurt or sadness, only further enhanced by Morguerat's words. "Had she heard the last words the knight had spoken?" Syrathic asked himself. "But how would she be able to?" That was probably a mystery for another day as well, as he would keep his distance from her, for the time being. The lion had not been giving him any inviting looks anyway.
With Dantes off to the fore and Brendon seemingly lost in his own thoughts, Syrathic figured that he would talk more with the cleric of Odin, who seemed to be a cordial enough man. "So, cleric of Odin, tell me more of the one that has been called the Allfather. How is it that you have gained these healing powers? I had always thought that Odin was a god of war and not of the healing arts." He paused for a moment. "And perhaps you would tell me how and why you came to this strange place? It comforting to know that I am not the only stranger here."
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