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[Ebiris]

Alicia is pleased. One down and one to go, but that 'merchant' has been causing too much trouble lately by far. She won't micromanage Savin's battle, he knows what he has to do and he's no stranger to combat.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 84 > [d100=84]

The crossbowman gets up and flat flees, moving far faster than he should. He wears plain, muddy boots - ones that sing with magic, boots of striding and springing. Savin turns to follow but stops, freeing his blade instead and shaking his head. "Won't catch him like that," he mutters to himself, "Still, one out of two's a good day's work."

After a moment he looks up to the sky, "Was that you? I...thank you." he finishes. "What else can I say? I hope that Sharran's death is what you wanted."

[Ebiris]

No more words for Savin, just a feeling of approval... and a sense that the job remains unfinished.

How he deals with the one that got away is on him, but diligence is important to Alicia.

[Anastasia]

"...yeah. One more. Got an assassin to track down," Savin mutters, "Well, I wasn't thrilled to head where I was going, anyway." As he kneels down and loots the Sharran?

You find Syala in one of Liberton's quiet offices, drinking a small glass of cider and looking out the window. "Did you just get that bastard of a merchant?" she asks, turning to you. "He'd given one of my own the slip and a scar to remember him by recently."

[Ebiris]

"I never saw him actually sell anything, he just dressed the part," Alicia says, going to lean against the windowsill. "But yes, he and a confederate ambushed one of mine on the road and had the tables turned. About time."

[Anastasia]

"Good," A warm smile is on Syala's face as she sips her drink. "Cheers to that."

After that, "Alicia, I didn't make you uncomfortable yesterday, did I?" Syala asks, right to the point. "When I turned my lights off to wrestle you."

[Ebiris]

"A little bit, I thought you meant it more as a foreplay sort of thing than 'just' wrestling," Alicia responds just as bluntly.

[Anastasia]

"Hardly," Syala smirks a bit, "I'd have been more direct." Looking down at her cup a moment before finishing it off and banishing the cup to elsewhere, "I wanted to ensure that my light's magic didn't give me any extra edge in the battle. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, dear." Then, with a smirk anew, "I'd be much more blunt about it if that was my aim."

[Ebiris]

"No harm done, it seemed to amuse Jessica and Red Knight anyway," Alicia says, shaking her head. "Anyway, I just got back from visiting Antenora. She and Emmaline were watching over a construction project on the Opal Mountain, a fortress city. It looked impressive and reminded me of that tour you wanted to do of Sylica's new cities and towns."

[Anastasia]

"The port first?" Syala suggests, "They haven't come up with a name yet, so going official and naming it would be apt. I'm thinking we'll go in alternate form to Antenora's city."

[Ebiris]

"Have any good ideas for a name?" Alicia asks. She named Sylica itself, and its first city; Mercia. Syala can have a crack at naming something if she feels able!

Oh wait, she came up with Cantenora for Martin, didn't she?

[Anastasia]

"Hmm...you feel like you have a theme," Syala says, "Mercia, Liberton, the Wychwood. Is there one?"

[Ebiris]

"Mercy, liberty... witch's forest?" Alicia says it plainly, any theme clearly broken on the last one. "You can't go wrong with a word that brings classic virtues to mind."

[Anastasia]

"Hm. Valora?" Syala suggests, "Mercy, liberty, valor."

[Ebiris]

"Valora's nice," Alicia says approvingly. "You name cities better than you do cats."