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OOC: Backtracking a tad to before DrowArchmage's post:
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Isokla bristled against Detheriel's arm, her knuckles clenching white against her staff. Very softly, she hissed to Zak, "I do not trust you, whoever you may be. You lurk within darkness, even still, attempting to hide from my companions. Stand aside and show yourself." her tone was sharp, and clearly a command. Even now, her pale eyes were guarded and wary and she eyed his cloaked figure suspiciously as he stepped from the shadows, even as Kagarioni spoke.
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After Zak had stepped from the shadow, Isokla asked warily, "What business do you have? What manner of profession are you to dress such? You do not appear to be a Seer, nay, a Sorcerer or Magi." Isokla's eyes narrowed further and her wrist tightened around Detheriel's arm. "Out of all the others, you alone attempt to conceal yourself - maybe you have something to hide...?"
Oddly enough, despite her injury, Isokla seemed to be ignoring the pain so completely she did not appear to be wounded whatsoever, save for the bloody gash across her stomach and bloodied bandage. It may also occur to her benefactors that so far as yet, she had not given her name. Her manner had become brisk and sharp, as though she wished to leave this place and all within it. Soon.
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From the bridge, the bandit guard watched them in silence, their eyes following Zak's lurking figure suspiciously.
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