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The herbs begin to take effect, and she rubs one hand along her staff, the soft feel of the wood soothing her. She glances at Anamirra as she speaks, then looks at Vincent for more information.
As she starts to ask him, Anamirra casts a spell, and she feels its wash over her, soothing her mind and she closes her eyes briefly enjoying the sensation. In the back of her mind, the shadow taint fades just the smallest amount, grudingly backing up the tiniest amount. Her eyes still hold the taint of shadow, but it is a little dimmer. The runes upon her body faintly glow blue as the spell dissapates, and she opens her eyes, looking once again at Vincent with an eyebrow raised.
She stands, stretching, and looks down at her wolf shadow and smiles, thinking of the others, and hopes that they are okay. She leans upon her staff, and whispers a word into the stillness of the dank air in the room, and the moonstone softly glows atop it.
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