"Is anyone injured?, my primary practise in the Craft is that of healing. Although I do have some of the destructive arts my mother taught me." As she says the last, the revealed half-elf does not fully suppress a slight grimmace. At this point, a raven flies in alighting on a lamp next to her. "Mistress, you have more than fulfilled the contract you signed as Lyra. Can we not leave from this place?" The woman thinks a moment, then answers in manner more hesitant than she was in her human guise. "Sophia, we can not in good conscience turn our back on this infestation. I would however have words with our employer once this grim task is done."
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