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Hollow continued to row as the men conversed. Maelthra seemed equal parts perturbed and eased. Hollow heard stories of the Shadow King, but knew nothing beyond rumors and hearsay. She looked forward to unraveling the mystery. It wasn't long before they made dock and sprites began dancing and fluttering around the new comers. A few were decidedly helpful while the others floated about, curious about the Winter girl "Away, Pesky Insects" Hollow cursed, waving her hands to shoo them off. "Nosy little shites, the lot of them." She murmured more to herself then to the others. She tied down the boat, securing it to the dock before dismounting herself and held out an arm for Robin Azura. "She knows any time mortals enter pass through the Veil." Hollow remarked, lifting him quite bodily on to the deck. She looked slight but she was stronger then the average human male. Meanwhile, Clara still fought to shake the cold that seemed to sink into her bones. Galen's magic eased the pain of her wound but the cold would not cease, it was like a violent fever. She did as instructed and didn't try to move on her own as Galen carried her off the boat. "Princess Clara," Hollow gasped suddenly. She reached over and pressed a green palm to her forehead and pulled away with a hiss. "Winter's Chill, That wound wasn't meant to kill her, it was meant to infect her." Hollow informed them and looked up at the sprites. " Have the healers meet us in the Ivory Tower, Make haste! " She said whipping back round to inspect Clara's wound. "This is not good."