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Torea hurries up to Wen's commands. "Sorry Captain, this is going to be loud!"

She points her glyphed arm at the building and makes a chiming note with her voice. It suddenly builds in intensity and then emits louder still, but switches in location from her throat to the burning building itself. It rings out loud, muddling the ear and impacting the flames itself.

The flaming face within the fire roars as stone and timbers, weakened by fire, crack and shift around it. As the tone vanishes, the building appears as though a solid kick would send it crashing in on itself.

Rain vibrates around Torea as she speaks an incantation. The runes on her arm glow darkly, and crackling energy shoots out at the acid dripping dazer standing near the gates.

Spectral, skeletal hands form from the crackling energy, pulling and gripping into the dazer's clothes and flesh, hindering it.

---AT THE REST---

Torea allows Adrien to light her cigar, and takes a long inhale from it without coughing. She doesn't ask about the materials he just tossed into the hearth, and waits until her long, slow exhale had sent the fragrant smoke out from her lungs.

"Hilshind tells me that I already did die... Technically." she says, not yet looking at Adrien. "My heart stopped for some time. He can't really explain why I'm, not dead now." she looks down at her bare arm decorated with strange runes.

Then, she turns to face Adrien, and some ghost within her eyes makes him feel a chill. "My hearts just not in it I'm afraid. You know, when we first met, when I was to keep a watchful eye over you and your friends while fixing roads and emptying out old homes, you seemed the skirt chasing sort, a flippant man more interested in the pleasures of life than its pains."

She hands the cigar over to him, so he can smoke it with her. "It's reassuring these days to find someone who are what they seem." she offers a hint of a smile. She won't go off to find a bed with Adrien, but she does seem interested in sharing the warmth of a fireplace and a final cigar with him.

Torea suddenly gets up from her seat, and swipes the tin. "Screw it. I'm taking one. Do something." she challenged, before tossing the tin back down and walking away.

Torea's eyes drift upward when Adrien speaks to her, showing off his scar.

She looks at it a moment, her expression blank. Then, she hooks her fingers in the neckline of her armor, and peels the leather to the side enough to show off a wicked arrow wound a couple of inches below one collar bone, before giving a small smile.

"What happened to you?" she'd ask Adrien on the march to Beldabar's, her tone unusually grim for the half-elven Shield.

Torea advances to her Captain's orders, one hand on her spear, and her other... shaking beneath an arm bare of any armor. Strange runes are inexplicably tattood into up her bare arm in dark ink.

Her expression is a bit vague, sullen. Her eyes are mostly downcast. She checks faces when someone speaks, and then sets her eyes in some middle distance.