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Coridal was already at ease.

"I would visit if she would remain there, but I hear that she is never at home. Always off doing gods know what experiements in the wilderness. A beautiful lady like her shouldn't be getting her hands so dirty all the time." Sodahrin replied. "The only acceptable place to be dirty is within the confines of one's own bedroom." She chuckled.

The prince laughed as well.

Varla-Nal was still off by the window, trying to ignore his grandmother.

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"I'm not much of a healer." Abalai stated. "Do you have any spare potions that I could drink instead?" He was a battlemage, a purely offensive wizard. He didn't know any defensive or support spells.

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The Ardapelin licked their wounds after having defeated the mother.

The last Raboth retreated back to their tunnels.

Aliarquen sheathed his blade and reached for his neck. One of the little vermin had managed to stab him in between the plates of his armor. He cursed the thing before ordering one of his soldiers to bring him a potion. He was losing a significant amount of blood, if he didn't get treatment he'd likely die.