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[Sanure]

Syrgan scoffs with a smile, "I see. Well then, Why would he send your mother away then?"

[Twinwolf]

Lillian makes a small 'eep' when Syrgan comes out of nowhere, then waves.

[Projeck37]

Freyja chuckles at Lillian's cute noise.
"As far as I'm aware, she left on her own accord."

[TheBiggerFish]

Niamh doesn't really react to Syrgan being a ninja assassiny guy.  Except that she's holding a knife.

[Sanure]

"That may be it." Syrgan looks over at Niamh, smiling while he does so.

[Projeck37]

Freyja shrugs.

[SOLDIER First]

"But that begs the question of why she would wish to leave..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Maybe she had to go."

[TheBiggerFish]

Niamh meets Syrgan's gaze with a calm, placid stare.

[Nakéen]

In the meantime, Taros had separated from the main group. Wandering in town, he looked for the city watch's headquarters.

His muffled step left deep boot marks in the snowy streets. His armor was cold and covered in frost on the shoulder pads.
Keeping to himself, Taros continued his search of the City Watch quarters.

As he walked through Chilvern, he spotted the other mercenaries of the caravan going about with different matters. He didn't care much about the others business though.
The Holy Knight Geliebte and the Priest Beorhtric seemed to head for the Church. He remembered seeing Geliebte to a tailor not a minute ago. Speaking of the Church, he heard from some chatting passing women that the Naga Ishtari entered in the Church.
Taros also noticed that the young noblewoman that brought everyone's attention before the arrival in tow (Freyja), the foreign bowman he briefly fought with (Shina), and the shy farmgirl -was she called Lilian ?- and her bodyguards (Niamh and Elidyr) were hanging out around a hearty drink.

He hailed a middle aged woman in the street :
"Excuse me madam, where could I find the City Watch quarters ?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte approaches the nearest priest and in a polite tone. ((Not beohtric either or brother Robert))
"Hello can you help a holy Knight in need of repairs to some of my more fabric like parts of my armor?"
Convince  priest to help with repairing the the non metal parts of my armor.
((I believe I get a +1 to this due to one of my traits.))

[Twinwolf]

Lillian sips her drink, looking between Niamh and Syrgan.

She then thinks of something. "Does a-anyone know how Caderyn is doing? I treated his leg m-more when we got back, so he might be able to move if he has support..."

[SOLDIER First]

"He was well, considering, when I set him down upstairs. I don't believe he should be walking for the near future, though you would clearly know more on the subject than I."

[Twinwolf]

"If he doesn't do anything s-strenuous, and has some support o-of some kind, then he should be fine. The salves and miss Shina's healing should p-prevent infection and the wound w-worsening."

With that, Lillian heads upstairs, having very politely asked for either a set of crutches (or medieval equivalent) or some sticks with which to construct one, and knocks on Caderyn's door.

[SOLDIER First]

"No, no. He has three legs, miss Lillian."