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John noticed Kyra fall after walking into a tree as he made his way to his room. He noticed a small crowd slowly making their way around her, she seemed to be laughing, loudly, and hysterically. He approached slowly, and made his way through the crowd. Some left the moment he arrived, as though something was spooking them.

"You ok?" He asked plainly, studying the crowd. Movement, near the forested area, down the path leading to the school. Something was up, someone was watching them. Black cloak, large hood, couldn't see his face. This was a problem, one that would need to be handled immediately. Cleric.

"Get up, make a scene" he whispered to her as he picked her up off the ground and began making his way to the forested area, making sure that the cleric wouldn't see him. He hadn't been seen yet, once he made it to the woods he would be fine. He began making his way to him, making sure not to make any noise, as he drew his hood and removed his shortblade from his bag. he got close, close enough to see he was not alone. three in total, They would kill him in a fair fight, he prayed someone else would be able to help him. He crossed himself, and whispered a prayer. "Quinirus, grant me the strength to do what is necessary" He didn't pray often, but this was a necessary situation.