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Maelorna pauses as the world has passed by without her realizing what
happened. She had been hurt? Did the voice do more than just
antagonize her? She remembered the fight, the merman as it jerked about
from the pain she hit it with. She looks at Arawn and tries to hide
the haunted look in her eyes, she couldn't have lost herself. But the
desire was still there, wanting to see the creatures cry out in pain,
beg for their lives and watch the life drain. She looks up at Arawn
from where she was sitting at and gives a wistful smile, "Sadly no, I
didn't feed upon him, rather I used his trident. I've had to stay away
from the others, not easy I know. It's more to avoid temptation and
have a repeat of the issue that occurred before with Dorhak," she gives a
distracted smile.<br><br>OOC - During day or night, she's dressed as
she normally does, no actual gown, but a long shirt and tied off with a
belt, a dagger is her physical weapon. She does keep to herself as much
as she can when not helping as able. Her gear is stowed away, but
she'll choose to rest where she can with her back to a wall or post.
She will happily take whichever watch is needed.
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