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Zyaevl nodded and closed her eyes, whispering, "Yes mother. Goodnight" and went to sleep, her breathing becoming regular and deep. She was asleep before Alliene left the room.
Sui'aerl murmered, "The child seems to peaceful." She lead her mistress to the room where the four tratiors were being held. The two that wouldn't speak were strapped against a wall. The female who had the gaes was a little apart from the others, on her knees, her head bowed, looking thoroughly miserable. The four who confessed and were awaiting execution were also on their knees. At the sight of their mistress, one prostrated, and one spat at her with contempt in his eyes.
What shocked Alliene most, and Loanna the most was the fact that Zennenn was also on his knees, being held by three priestesses. One of them spoke, "Mistress, this one is a former First House noble! But... he is not hostile to you. Our magics could pick up no treachery about him, and according to the magic he is utterly loyal to you...
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