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Archmage Jeremiah
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She had been caught. It was what she had feared. Fear...how she missed this emotion. She turned to look down upon Elsa, her elven heaight making her about a head or two taller than Elsa. Her tone now turned deathly serious."Yes, I'm glad we found each other again. You don't... sound so glad though... is everything all right?" Elsa asked Sylvanas, moving to take a couple supplies out of the bag. She took a little blanket, using it to wrap Ilona in, and also took out a little pair of socks to cover her daughter's feet with. She wanted to make sure Ilona was safe and comfortable. That was her number one priority.
"I now have...reason to believe you could be the one responsible for the deaths in our squad."
She turned to face her completely, her muscles tensing.
"You are a sweet woman, and I would hate for this to get out if it were true."
She soon held Elsa's hand, her cold grip suffocating.
"I have already confessed my sins to you, and I would hate for you to continue down the road I have walked many, many times before. So, if this is true..."
She held Elsa's hand up, holding it within both of her own now.
"Please. Tell me. Now."