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dancing in her semi-transparent wrap. She knelt down beside him and sinuously reached forward and gently took hold of his ...

shoulder and shook it. Conor uttered a groggy "Wha.." as he climbed out of was turning into quite a glorious dream. "Someone approaches ... with lanterns" came Kaldes' voice with whispered urgency. That woke him up right quick. Looking around he saw the others quietly gathering their weapons as they prepared to confront the intruders. He noticed that Portia was missing ... probably fading into the shadows.

Before they got very far in their arrangements ... "Ho in the camp." A oddly familiar voice spoke from near one the lanterns. All that was visible, and that, just barely, was a thrice of silhouettes.

"Approach slowly with your hands visible." Kaldes ... ever the fighter. "And speak not until we see your faces clearly." added Dane clearly worried about magic use.

Ariana and Whiff had them covered with bow and crossbow as the three figures drew closer. Two of them wore cowls that covered their heads hiding their faces, but the leader was clearly visible as they entered the circle of the camp.

It was Davis ... the mysterious figure from Zazzespur who was so interested in Mar and the rest of the group.

"What do you want?" Dane can be very menacing when confronting Magic users he deems unworthy.

"We wish only to help. Do you not desire those in your party who have left this world to be returned to it? We are here to offer our services." Davis seemed very relaxed with three blades pointed at him and an arrow and bolt both a hair's breath away from release. His companions only stood silently with their heads bowed.

"In exchange for what?" asked Dane suspiciously. They had no reason to trust the man considering he did try to kill them during their previous encounter.
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