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found her. lasher felt he knew of what tachyon spoke. thunder gathered in the gaze of the normally placid druid -- he began to pace before the wounded man, silent and grim. there could be no denying now what had occurred -- tachyon had trespassed and the seawitch had attacked him, but he had trespassed for good reason. he felt as though he must talk to the woman now, but reserved that for another time -- how had caiaphas grown so cruel that she would all but cripple one of his own?

he could not even speak of it, and so remained dark in his quietude.