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"He has an allergy to magic, so he is sick a lot," Claudette said to the woman. "I appreciate your help. I didn't expect him to go down like that."

Blair was shivering, and cold sweat was running down his body. Claudette gave him more medicine, her face riddled with worry and hands shaking.

"This is no feint," the woman in white said over her shoulder as she worked with the fallen man. "I have no magic myself, so I wouldn't know if there is still some sort of ambient power lingering in the room. Not all magic is obvious." Apparently she knows something about the subject, even if she wasn't a practitioner. "We'll have to keep him from getting too hot or too cold as both are equally dangerous." Placing the back of her hand on the man's forehead, and then each cheek, she purses her lips together. Gently she puts a hand on Claudette's arm. "Steady; the calmer you stay the better help you will be to your friend."

When the phrase 'slave marks' are uttered, the woman in white almost instinctively looks at the metal bands on her arms. Then she looks over at Kira, who is the one to have mentioned magic in the first place. Surprised, she blinks a few times, then turns back to looking after Blair. Because, well, he seems to need it.

The woman in white flushes at all this talk, but she doesn't stop working to try and revive the unfortunate young man. Nothing in her features or actions indicate indignation over the words of the peanut gallery. Her hands are steady and her countenance is mostly calm except for the red in her cheeks.

((OOC: Player is off to bed!))

Ibara happily partook in the 'chicken' it wasn't bad. She had something similar at home. But food was helping to settle her a bit but, in eating with her hands of course, she noticed she was trembling. As Claudette moved away she puased, but sickness was nothing Ibara could help with, so she stayed put, trying to eat a bit more.

She tried another thing on the plate, it was very good. But she didn't know which one it was. She did need to thank whoever was kind enough to cook. But words caught her attention. Slave marks? What kind of magic did this other women have? Ibara did not like the way she was lording it over Claudette, who seemed to be uncomfortable.

Ibara wiped the scaled fingers on a towel and watched as Claudette was roughly grabbed and pulled along to a room she couldn't see.
Though the girl was verbally resisting, it her body language that told Ibara she didn't want what was about to happen.

She slipped of her chair and followed, promptly grabbing Claudette's caper by the upper arm. "Stop," she hissed. "You do not have her consent, look at her!" She said, keeping her grip on the women's arm. Ibara was fairly strong, but her hand-to-hand combat skilled were limited.

"Pleased to meet you," Blair said. "My name is Blair. The 'female wizard' is Kira. And it's better to let her do her thing or she will fly off the handle. Plus it'd be worse for Claudette." He was trying to not sound harsh.

"Back off," Kira said to Ibara. "What I do to my slaves is none of your concern."

Kira raised her hand and a bolt of fire hit the ground with a loud sound. It looked like a lightening bolt, except with flames instead of electricity. Blair tensed and tried to not vomit. His head was starting to hurt again. Claudette flinched at that fire. She didn't want to admit it, but from her last encounter with flames, she was a little more than fearful.

Svana stood and started following after Kira. Seeing that she was leaving, Urt shot up to follow her, reaching for his ax until she waved him down. He frowned, but left it alone, striding after her. Baldur remained resolutely at the table. She curiously followed the immortal and her slave, casting a look over her shoulder and beaming at the orc.

"Aren't you glad you have me and nobody else as your master?"

"Most days," he agreed humorously.