Palamedes abruptly stops conversing with Harrowhark and looks at Natsuno with sharp eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say inside?”
From there, a series of events happen in quick succession. First, Dulcinea Septimus faints into her cavalier’s beefy arms. Palamedes looks sharply towards her, frozen to the spot, torn between investigation and his instinct to protect this woman at all cost. Then, two teenagers, both fifteen at the oldest, come down the ladder; when they see Abigail and Magnus, they gasp and stumble back, and one of them soon begins wailing.
The Eight cuts through the noise. “Enough of this nonsense,” said the necromancer, rolling up his sleeves and stepping closer to decidedly larger cavalier. “Brother Colum,” he said.
“Ready, Brother Silas,” said the larger man.
Silas laid his hand on the other man’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, color seemed to drain from Colum—and soon, from the very world itself.
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“I’m sorry, did you say inside?”
From there, a series of events happen in quick succession. First, Dulcinea Septimus faints into her cavalier’s beefy arms. Palamedes looks sharply towards her, frozen to the spot, torn between investigation and his instinct to protect this woman at all cost. Then, two teenagers, both fifteen at the oldest, come down the ladder; when they see Abigail and Magnus, they gasp and stumble back, and one of them soon begins wailing.
The Eight cuts through the noise. “Enough of this nonsense,” said the necromancer, rolling up his sleeves and stepping closer to decidedly larger cavalier. “Brother Colum,” he said.
“Ready, Brother Silas,” said the larger man.
Silas laid his hand on the other man’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, color seemed to drain from Colum—and soon, from the very world itself.