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EquinoxSol
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When Thea left the room, Jasille quickly finished with Dimaethor before telling the healer, "I'm going to help her...if you are able, get him to safety." He nodded at Dimaethor, his grey eyes stormy with worry and anger. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he left the room, and took the stairs down three at a time. When the men at the bottom tried to stop him, he threw one against the bar, catching sight of blood against its blunt edge. While other patrons backed away or left, he searched the room, threatening anyone who tried to get close to him.
For an elf, Jasille could look frightening. He was tall and slender like most elves, but there was a way that he carried himself that could clear rooms. Besides, his training with the Ashanti Royal Army and the Royal Guard had added muscle and power to his presence. As such, he had little more trouble as he went to the kitchen.
It was easy finding the cellar door, and he pulled it open before racing down the steps, not about to let the woman who had helped him so much be hurt again.
For an elf, Jasille could look frightening. He was tall and slender like most elves, but there was a way that he carried himself that could clear rooms. Besides, his training with the Ashanti Royal Army and the Royal Guard had added muscle and power to his presence. As such, he had little more trouble as he went to the kitchen.
It was easy finding the cellar door, and he pulled it open before racing down the steps, not about to let the woman who had helped him so much be hurt again.