Doran didn’t approach Symbri immediately after she had fallen, but waited for a few moments to see if she would rise again before he quickly searched the body of the Naerikk in front of her, gesturing for Yana to join him as he did so. He took the vials and the dosing devices – he doubted that his companion had any use for something that would require at least some knowledge of chemistry – and was just about to take one of the weapons as well when something much more interesting caught his eye.
He abruptly discarded the weapon again, removed the notebook from one of Gremielle’s pockets and furrowed his brow as he quickly leafed through it. It listed the names of men and women in a number of different towns, without a doubt the Naerikk’s allies or at least people that might be able to help her in a case of emergency. One name especially caught his attention. “There is somebody in Port that might help us leave Oscillus”, he informed Yana, pointed at the relevant page and closed the notebook again. “Of course he likely expects to meet her”, He gestured towards Gremielle. “And not a human and an Eidisi – or at least somebody that resembles her to some extent.”
He wanted to say more, perhaps talk about what their next steps should be and suggest a solution to the problem that they were currently facing, but in the distance he could hear the voices of soldiers now. They sounded almost as if they were celebrating. He turned his head in their direction and furrowed his brow. Did that mean that the battle was over? Had Syroa lost, in spite of what he had done for her? He decided that it would be too dangerous to stay, even though he wanted to find out if he had made a difference.
“We need to go!” he told Yana, hurriedly pocketed the notebook, the vials and the dosing devices and drew his sword again. “Take whatever you want and then come with me!” With that he quickly moved away from the fallen Brux and the Naerikk. He wanted to be out of sight when the soldiers arrived.
He abruptly discarded the weapon again, removed the notebook from one of Gremielle’s pockets and furrowed his brow as he quickly leafed through it. It listed the names of men and women in a number of different towns, without a doubt the Naerikk’s allies or at least people that might be able to help her in a case of emergency. One name especially caught his attention. “There is somebody in Port that might help us leave Oscillus”, he informed Yana, pointed at the relevant page and closed the notebook again. “Of course he likely expects to meet her”, He gestured towards Gremielle. “And not a human and an Eidisi – or at least somebody that resembles her to some extent.”
He wanted to say more, perhaps talk about what their next steps should be and suggest a solution to the problem that they were currently facing, but in the distance he could hear the voices of soldiers now. They sounded almost as if they were celebrating. He turned his head in their direction and furrowed his brow. Did that mean that the battle was over? Had Syroa lost, in spite of what he had done for her? He decided that it would be too dangerous to stay, even though he wanted to find out if he had made a difference.
“We need to go!” he told Yana, hurriedly pocketed the notebook, the vials and the dosing devices and drew his sword again. “Take whatever you want and then come with me!” With that he quickly moved away from the fallen Brux and the Naerikk. He wanted to be out of sight when the soldiers arrived.