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Lonán was in shock. Aetrius’s harsh interrogation, the subsequent revelations that make everything seem to be on a deadline. The reason that Aetrius was desperate to find Kieran as soon as possible. His face paled at where Kieran might be. He feared for what might happen.

When even Linde refused to help the man, the man turned to Lonán for mercy. He looked at the departing figures, then gave a gaze that seemed sorrowful, but gleamed with a small hidden fury, waiting to break out and strike the man down. The man began to feel scared for what he might’ve done if he let loose.

”Wrap it up tight and you should be fine. But as far as I’m concerned? Rot. You’ve done my friend a dishonor, to her, and her sister. Rot, for you have become in my eyes slime. If not for the ladies both left and still present!” Lonán shouted Pulling out his crossbow and pointing it straight at the man’s face. He took a deep breath before he glowered. ”Rot. For fate will not be kind next time. Rot in hell, but for now, Go In Peace.” he almost growled the last line as he put the crossbow away.

Lonán silently walked out of the den, looked at Aetrius and Linde. ”See you all back at the Pony.” He said, nodding at them before heading back towards the Pony, slowly starting to feel the stress from it all. His anxiety was high. His hands was shaking. He needed to meditate. He needed to calm down after that stressful hour in that accursed place.