{Well, damn it! Alastair stills as if suddenly turned to stone, hands holding an invisible ball over the now shattered ancient scrying orb. Once life returns to the bard, all he exercises is the ability to turn his head to the woman, face tinged in offense.}
Now lookit what you've made me do!
{Did anyone hear them? Alastair looks over to the door, as if expecting someone to rush in and discover their lurking. His hands close in fists, anxiously and in anticipation.}
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Now lookit what you've made me do!
{Did anyone hear them? Alastair looks over to the door, as if expecting someone to rush in and discover their lurking. His hands close in fists, anxiously and in anticipation.}