(Welcome, my brother.)

(Shall I start?)

Anyone here?

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Amadahy watched from another corner as Arasovrin decided to try the bar later and vanished in a cloud of golden mist, back to the other World. She relaxed, then Shifted into a wolf and made her way to check out the dead men on the floor. She nudged her nose against both of their faces, then stepped away. Nothing could be done for those two. She wasn't a Goddess. She couldn't bring them back. So she turned and looked around at the broken windows. She gave a slight wince as she became aware of the shattered glass under her paws, and retreated out of the span. Giving her paws a shake, and sighed at the paw prints of blood on the floorboards. Grumbling, she made her way to the hearth and flopped, licking at her paw pads. Bloody glass. Literally.