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Stryx wasn't so old that she was senile. She knew what she had experienced. That didn't mean she was right however - and in the years since tending to Raleska things could have become muddied. The boy certainly didn't take to the information the way Stryx expected; but she gave a shrug of those sharp shoulders as if to say, I don't know what to tell you kid.

I could be wrong, she relented. The last thing Stryx wanted was to alienate the boy. He would need further treatment for his nose and any other lasting ailments, and while Arielle was growing quite capable as a healer, in the elder's mind that treatment came at a price which could be avoided.

If the raid had shown Stryx anything, it was that these people were devoted to some dark ideals.

You're good to go now kid. If you need pain relief I can prescribe something, just come find me at Mosskeep. As she spoke she got to her feet and gave a curt nod, then moved to depart.