Daevan followed the others, brooding over the events of the day. He didn't bother with an introduction to the man with the bear. Whatever strangeness had befallen him, the Divine Hammer knew that it couldn't be permenant. The godpriest would never allow it.
The nearest he could figure, this all had to be the work of that Apostate. The Black Robe was obviously more powerful than he'd let on. He was obviously employing sort of plot against the godpriest,and Daevan was caught in the middle. Until he figured it out, he would keep an eye on the lanky lad. He professed to knowing more about magic then was healthy, in the Hammer's opinion.
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"I won't give up on you Bran. I'm coming back for this."
She heard the heavy ring land in the palm of the glove, followed by the metallic slither of the chain following it. Tahla closed his fingers around the jewelry, her fine hands dwarfed by his.
"May the Force be with you, my love."