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A tall, thin figure in a dark green robe strode through the chaos of the storm. He knew it would get worse very soon, so he strode towards a place of safety. He, unlike the other mysterious robed people that had been moving through the area recently, did leave footprints. He may be strange, but he was still definately mortal.

As he walked towards a group of fleeing villagers, a Mogall hovered into his line of sight, but had it's back to him. It began casting it's profane spell, intent on causing harm to the innocents. This, the man could not stand.

His hand flew out of his robes, and he withdrew a tome of light magic. He began speaking in eldritch words, and as he completed the spell, he spoke in a monotone voice, "You shall burn under Elimine's holy fire." He fired the spell.

The withered husk of the monster fell to the ground, utterly destroyed under his assault. He walked past the townspeople, and towards the FEFGA house. As he walked in, he set down an Elfire tome, to give it to the one known as Melethia, and he withdrew a Mend staff to heal the wounded, and he used a fire tome to start a roaring fire, and to warm Amelia. He began to speak, also in a monotone voice.

"My name is Bramimond. Long ago, I helped to defend this land, and I have been away for far too long. You have my strength, to use as you see fit. We shall retake this land."

Even as he approached the warriors, he could feel their minds pressing in on his. His experimentations with Dark magic had left his mind shattered, and he knew that the closer he got, the more of himself he would lose. Losing his individuality is worth it, though, in order to protect the ones he cares about. He already lost his love. He would not lose any more lives.

Soren was bunched up in a corner, hugging the Warp staff and the tome to his chest, blood splayed across his sleeves and the fabric around his ankle. His eyes wore the same vacant expression as they did during the worst occasions, seeming not to acknowledge anyone in the room, his focus fixed on the ground. He was still shivering.

Alihi smiled weakly. "Thanks, Blossom..." Carefully, she unbundled Leaf from her cloak and took the blanket from Blossom. She then rebundled the child in the blanket. The smile grew a bit stronger after the task was complete, and she wandered over to hang up her cloak, which was partly soaked due to the snow.

She looked to the newcomer, Bramimond. Memories rushed back to her, from her days as a tactician. Reluctantly, she shook them off for now: at the moment, they lacked importance.

Anna blinked at Blossom. "Uhm... a blanket?" She looked at it for a second, then accepted it. "Thank you! But I don't really need it... I'm not very cold. I'll find someone to share it with then!" She twirled, then noticed Soren sitting by himself and immediately rushed over to squat next to him. "Hi! You look lonely!" She smiled up at Blossom, too. "If you need some help with that I'm not doing anything!"

For one moment, Soren had a violent convulsion when his eyes acknowledged movement. But when he glanced up to see it was merely a friend he relaxed. Soren hesitated, then shakily put down the tome and staff, clutching the blanket around himself with a thankful expression. He shuddered once more though his tongue seemed frozen. Soren attempted a 'thank you' twice before giving up on speaking. Instead, the mage nodded to Blossom.

It was then Soren also acknowledged their guest, his attention traveling to Brammimond as he tightened his hold on the blanket. He jumped when a girl plopped down by him.

Blossom frowned and knelt down next to Soren. She still wore her skirt, pants, sweater, and jacket, and by now she was quite toasty, especially with all the fire. "Are... you okay?" she asked. She paused. "No, stupid question. Are you going to be okay? What's wrong, exactly? Still cold?" She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him feel better.

Soren put the blanket to his nose in an attempt to keep it warm. He numbly nodded, though his gaze spoke of fear. When the bright-haired girl stood and left, he frowned a bit, but his voice refused to work.

Blossom frowned at Soren's actions, pursing her lips. "...Really... what's wrong? I can't help if you're mute!" She flopped down onto her butt and pulled her legs against her chest, staying near Soren. Something was obviously wrong, and if she started to help, she should continue helping. "I want to help. Really. I do. But you gotta talk to me!"