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Bae'myr Do'zynge felt a strange combination of fear and indifference to the new arrivals. Surrounding him were an arrangement consisting of two trained half-dragons (one of which was warrior-nobility), an Easterner with a propensity for making things die, and the vessel of both the Dark Lady and an Earth deity. Comparatively, I'm a little afraid for the raiders. Nevertheless, he put his hands behind his head and rose to his feet when the dwarf of the group came around. There wasn't any use in getting hurt. He kept his head down and tried to seem as little as possible. Yet, his aura gently seeped forward on the rail floor. The dwarf's aura felt craggy, stony and tipped with frost and salt. Bitter salt. The Drow reached out for the aura of the other raiders as the dwarf passed. His aura nuanced around the other passengers and he could sense their trepidation, a sour and sick smell. But something made Bae'myr's aura stop dead. A dark ebony aura surrounded Bae'myr and his curiosity froze into dread. This wasn't Jacky's aura. This was Drow aura.

And when he snatched his gaze upwards he heard the creeetch of an arrow being notched and saw two violet-red eyes impaling his own. A small squeak escaped him and the point of the bow pressed under his jaw. "Vendui, lotha dalninuk," drawled her voice as she flashed Bae'myr a smile. Sneaky little bastard The arrow made a quiet ffft and sunk into his neck, and Bae'myr fell to the ground clawing at his throat, and a red tide washed over him, submerging him, drowning him, everything red and blue and violet and dark and darker and...

...and he felt the cold sweat, still standing. The ebony aura drew back, still circling him. A charm. It's a charm. The illusion was so real, so perfect. It produced a nightmarish awe in him. A visible ashen pall fell over Bae'myr. He could only stare at the wet looking boots that the other Drow wore. The boots padded closer. "What's another Underwalker doing here?" Her voice crawled, a tipping, tapping,("An aura snitch at that!") strange accent("Tikkiik got your tongue?") of Drow that played with tenses("For the best perhaps,") and lisped the ends of words. A familiar accent. "Not another, Val'Saghress, hm? Not enough muscle for that. Skinny enough to be..." she whispered. "Ph'dos Do'zynge'?"

Are you a ruin-walker? And that was when Bae'myr realized he was being robbed by another Do'zynge.