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Liam
Once Chisa looked like she would be okay, Liam sighed and turned towards Larry. "The best thing you can do is stay herrre. Chisa will be fine, and we werrre attacked..." Liam stopped and shook his head. "I don't know if she was afterrr me orrr..." he paused, then turned his hollow look towards Larry.
"Considerrring herrr... abilities, I would say she is prrrobably afterrr you. She headed towarrrds the city, but once she rrrealises that you arrren't therrre she will come herrre... The spell I have up will prrrobably hold, because only a verrry strrrong mage can brrreak it, but once we leave this place she can see us. And therrre is always the possibility that she has accomplices."
Liam glanced around the clearing, his empty golden eyes looking intently at the surrounding brush. "If the Mage sent herrr afterrr us, then perrrhaps the otherrr grrroup is on its way back to the taverrrn... and in that case, we should prrreparrre to leave. It will not be quite as safe leaving as it was enterrring, I am afrrraid. If you will excuse me..." The tall aristocrat's accent was noticably stronger throughout his little "speech," and when he re-entered the main room he was cleaned up and wearing his usual garb, with a satchel slung over one shoulder.
"I will give you all a few moments to collect yourrr things beforrre I lead you back to the taverrrn to meet the otherrrs." He sat himself down on the front stoop to wait, petting Neomea absently as he became absorbed in his own thoughts.
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