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Liara moves to stabilize the woman frowning that the ironic blow was far too advanced for her skill to repair maybe it is for the best who knows how these elves treat their prisoners she thinks to herself.
A look of surprise overtakes Liara at the reemergence of Sephriel " I apologize for the laxity we took in your security but I am glad that your health is in a stable condition and our relationship remains strong" she says bowing to the elven gentleman before leaving to join the feast.
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"Should we attend to the elf-hater? I've little skill with healing, but perhaps I can help."
Azura shared her guild-mate's surprise, but was greatly relieved to see their charge was alive and well. She applauded his trick and offered to perform her new song for his grace. "May I sing for you, Sephriel? I feel inspired!"
"The Pathfinders did find their charge,
a grave man on that fated ship.
First mate had mutiny in his heart
and so he let the lookout slip,
into the room where Sephriel slept.
His guard was not there to see
as the elf-hater, Anera crept
and stabbed our honored dignitary.
But Sephriel was not yet lost
for a very clever man he be.
Anera must now pay the cost
as her mark still lives yet, happily."