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Mae heard most of the commotion cease and she peered out a rusted hole of the metal. She saw Jacob standing in from of what looked like a knight of some sort. Hearing Jacob's words, one phrase stuck. my colony... "That's odd. I thought it was that head Demimarch guy that was forming the colony." She could sense that the other man had a strong aura around him. Mae lifted the wreckage gently and swiftly slid back out from under it. She unsheathed her Archænian Mastersword. Jogging over to the two men, she held her sword at the ready. Only about 30 feet away, she began to whisper. Lysa, Lysa can you hear me? It's Mae. "For Ræmus's sake, I hope this works..." Tell Jacob not to try and take this guy down. He looks to be semi-mortal. She knelt on the ground and cut herself with her sword, watching her blood pool in her hand. She filled a small vial with it, and them promptly wrapped her hand in Jacob's enchanted bandages. Pulling some herbs out of her pouch she placed them in the flask. Aklë morokk shævinn Her words slipped off her tongue. The flask began to glow the slightest bit. The enchantment was working. [i]Aklë morokk shævinn/i] It glowed even brighter, and she placed it in her pocket. She grabbed a wriggling desert rat and skillfully tied the vial to its back. Scaring it in the direction of Jacob, she scrambled behind a rock. The potion she sent him was just a simple healing potion, but she hoped it would help him. (Don't worry, I don't use magic that often, and even so, it's not very powerful. I hate god-modding too, so I won't, like, wipe out a whole nation with the flick of a thumb or anything...)