....he could only stare increduously at her. He was still groggy and 
lightheaded from the wounds and medicine given him and though he'd never 
admit to the young woman who stood before him defiantly, he really 
needed to sit back down. So with a mumbled cursed at his own predicament 
and state of mind he returned to his cot. With a quick glance he 
observed what he could of her. She was obviously younger than he, but 
her eyes did speak strongly of her. She was also obviously fatigued 
probably  engaged in more urgent business but still summoned to quell a 
minor disturbance. She was indeed someone who had say about this warren, 
he thought. Trying his best to hide the pain that was beginning to build 
once more at his ribcage, he did what he could to remain focused. Then 
the other appeared. Another young woman. Both the same but different. 
Her demeanor and bearance didn't quite strike him as someone from this 
warren, though he still had much to learn about Jasra, something he 
planned to do later when things have settled. His attention going from 
the way she stood to the way she patted her scimitar. Like the other, 
her apparent youth belied what was set beneath these two women. She 
approached like someone use to confrontation, and there was something 
else....Devinicus could not quite place it, but something subtle was 
very familiar of this one. Something else he may need look into. With a 
glance, he turned and saw that the other two apprentices whom he first 
encountered were still about, Temoll and Jeanna. Seeing that he was 
indeed going nowhere he conceded that retreat would probably be the best 
choice of valor at this time. 

"Excuse me?" he turned again and not without pain, to find the one with 
the blade looking down at him. He hesistated slightly then tried to 
manage a smile and regarded both the women once more.

"Devinicus........ My name is Devinicus." 

With that, he layed back and closed his eyes. The medicine and the last 
moments events taking his toll he began to fall asleep once more...but 
not without lastly turning his head to follow the figures of the two 
leaving the room. Returning to the peaceful quiet that followed he fell 
asleep slowly with thoughts to remind himself to find out more of those 
two later, especially the familiar one........

Respectfully submitted

Devinicus and Syllanth
Anthony Faustino



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