necromancy 4

[11:18:36] The practice for the Forbidden Art was not yet done, and he left Wychwood to seek for yet more of the possible victims to his manipulations with the Lifestream. Of course, he wouldn't slay innocents, he was not fallen that low, but critters and animals? That was another thing. Any unfortunate animal that fell under Saulot's gaze would find itself obliterated, if only to make him a body to practice Necromancy with.

And so was he wandering around Prairies, seeking for some animal to practice upon. While wandering around Wychwood, Saulot was convinced he could come across an Outlaw and had his practice interrupted, though that did not happen; on the other hand, Prairies appeared much safer than the forest, and could easily make him a place where to practice his Arts.
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At last, he found an animal. The boar was wandering casually, perhaps feasting on something it found in the dirt, but unfortunately Saulot was nearby; the strike of lightning zapped against the boar from above, smiting it in a way that would grant it a quick, merciful death.

The discharge echoed throughout the Prairies and Saulot began making his way to the body. He pulled a pocket knife from among his garments whilst approaching it and carefully examined the boar, just to make sure that it's certainly dead at this point.

While at that, Saulot wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. To anyone approaching, it would seem that the man is stood before the body of a boar, doing something whilst he handles the knife.
(Saulot Vykos)

[11:24:35] Well while the forest might have provided no signs of the Outlaws, the Prarie did. Infact, the second in command of the group was out prowling around. The young Sacred Knight wandered through. Alot was on his mind, things that needed to be done, people that he needed to meet with, reconnect with. Stress that had to be relieved... There was just alot.

Eventually as he wandered, however, he spotted the most odd of sights... Another man was knelt down by a dead boar, and by the looks of it he was playing with the corpse.... Corpse play wasn't really an okay thing in they young man's eyes.

"If you're hunting it then you ought to hunt it and be done. Doesn't take all that defiling to skin a boar and collect it's meat..." he spoke as he stared upon the man. He wary of pretty much anyone doing anything shady. Trust wasn't his strong suit when it came to shady figures like this.

"What're you doin' out here? You come from Nostvale too?"
(Dante Malakia)
[11:30:33] Preparations for Necromancy ritual were interrupted. Saulot was establishing a better connection with the boar's flesh to use it as a physical link, a thing that helps him focus, which is quite literally cutting a hole in it and digging around with it's guts, smearing his hands in blood in the process - though, no such thing happened just of yet, except of Saulot cutting the boar's stomach, and in the middle of it he was interrupted by Dante.

The signature hat of Outlaws... here, out of all places? Not good, not good at all.

Saulot's eyes were narrowed, his eyelids closing the gap between each other as he gave Dante an unfriendly, almost hostile glare. He remembered all too well what they wished to do with him, blind to his offer of collaboration out of extremist views. He wouldn't make the same mistake again as to offer them anything at all.

Although there was no Depravity in the air as of yet, as Saulot often suppressed it successfully, he resumed with his task soon enough, extending the slice across boar's stomach sideways to expose portion of it's intestines.

"No, not from Nostvale."

But Saulot dodged his question about what he's doing. It were Outlaws that wished to fight him first, and that feeling wasn't mutual, although it cancelled any ability to be friendly with them.

"You should really get going."
(Saulot Vykos)

[11:36:32] Dante smirked a bit at the warning given to him. He wasn't a fan of being threatened, or what he percieved as such. "Yeah... You got the wrong idea, pal." he stated with a little stare.

This man was making quick work of getting on Dante's bad side. That glare that he aimed at him wasn't helping his cause any at all. "See, I don't take threats from idiots that dig around in boar guts." he stated matter of factly, the confidence filling him as his golden gaze steadied on the man.

"I've got a counter offer for ya... Get your ass out of here and go crawl back into whatever depraved hole you crawled out of before I kick your ass and REALLY make you regret whatever the fuck you're doing. How does that tickle your fancy?" he asked as he drew the Estoc from his back.

He didn't like the look this guy gave, the fact he was desecrating a corpse, or the implied threat.
(Dante Malakia)
[11:43:21] Simply continuing his routine work around the corpse of the animal whilst Dante spoke, at first he was ignoring his words and insults in particular, such as the time when he called him an 'idiot'. Discrediting his presence for some time, Saulot drew some blood from boar's body to have a better connection to it via physical link, necessary to yank the soul from the Lifestream for further Necromancy ritual.

But it seemed that Dante had other plans... threat came out from his mouth, and that's where Saulot stopped in his tracks, throwing a glance back upon him. His brow was arched to such - of course, he was an Outlaw, he couldn't expect any manners whatsoever from his kind.

Would he let such threats go? No. Not only Dante interrupted his ritual, but also addressed to Saulot with insults.
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"Ready yourself."

Without a further word, he charged his body with a crimson lightning and turned to Dante. Typically, such interraction would go edgy from either side by a lot of words being spilled, but Saulot was a man of action, not words.

If Dante wished to fight it out and see who's gonna take a hike, so be it.
(Saulot Vykos)

[11:49:20] That was exactly what Dante intended. He popped his cigar into his mouth, snapped his fingers, igniting the end, at puffed a few times. Suddenly a large cloud would arise from his lips, and as it did he would become engulfed in glowing golden flames.

"I been ready, guy. Now tell me exactly what you're out here doing, cuz if I had to take a guess.... It ain't no good. Probably depraved judgin' by that aura of yours... I'll let you in on a little secret. I hate depravity." he snapped.

He steadied his Estoc and it began glowing far more brightly, a golden outline covered his body, almost like a second lining of his body, perhaps some form of shield to defend?
(Dante Malakia)
[11:53:36] The tall visage stood still before Dante. His gaze was narrowed upon the Outlaw, and the moment he spoke such words his suspicions were confirmed to the very firm end. There was no denial to it now - he was indeed to them, even if he did not introduce himself as one.

"Good for you."
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Saulot had nothing else to say to Dante. Without further await, Saulot's hand raised in preparation to unleash his magics upon his opponent, all while the other one reached out for the staff.

The first lightning bolt flew across the field towards Dante, and the fight broke out.
(Saulot Vykos)

[12:01:16] The lightning bolt was blocked by a pillar of glowing earth. Dante smirked before dashing in, the confidence and knowledge that he was going to win causing him to simply allow attacks to land, letting himself recieve damage, only because he knew he could heal it, knew he would arise on top in this battle.

Caendr assured this

As he rushed into the fight he swung his estoc, slashing at the man's arm, blood gushing out. Suddenly the golden outline would move, an arm made of hardened gold light struck the man square in the nose, knocking him backwards.

Suddenly Dante spun behind him, slashing into his leg and bringing him to his knees, though almost as if it were an after image, the golden outline of the Outlaw remained. Gripping the man by the sides of his head and slamming it's knee into his face, another crack, his nose was badly broken now.

The outline dashed through the man, entering Dante and hanging around him like an odd silouette, it became clear now that this was not to be used as defense, but rather an offensive bonus measure.
(Dante Malakia)
[12:06:24] The blade was dangerous in his hands, and Saulot had acknowledged this after the blows dealt; his body was already used to pain, having to go through strenuous rituals that would almost grant him a vile damage upon him. His face was gritting regardless, and the pain coursed through his body.

But that was not the time to give up. Saulot took the gap of time as opportunity to escape what would be probably a follow up attack, and zapped away to some distance the moment he received a slash at his legs, nullifying any posibillity of Dante following it up with even more destructive damage against him.

Though, Saulot spoke no word. Only some edgy teenagers speak words during the fight anyway, and both him and Dante were adults. There was no need for some words of vain on the battlefield of magics and blade.

Nothing but the sounds of a fight.
(Saulot Vykos)

[12:14:56] But Saulot was not going to give up so easily. Having studied his pattern of movement, Saulot was evading his attacks for as much as he could, and if Dante dared to close in the gap, he'd be punished with immense lightning thrown at him; it attacked at his very pattern, aimed to immobilize him and thus end the fight, but of course, Dante was stronger than that to collapse for long after such blow.

But would that tamper with his movement? Duh, electricity affects nervous system, after all. Once Dante was shocked, he took the opportunity to take his revenge upon Dante - a heavy kick to his face, much targeted against his nose once his movement would go temporarily haywire due to excessive shock, an effect akin to tazer thanks to sheer voltage.

He could give him a credit though, Dante was fast enough to keep up with him and actually make a challenge. His own heart was racing with adrenaline pumping in his blood, blood seeping down from the facial area where Dante struck him.

Dante was scorched both by fire and lightning that Saulot sent at him, and once he knew that temporary shutdown would about to go off, he muttered briefly.

"Get up."

No unnecessary words, only an exclamation to continue their fight.


(Saulot Vykos)
[12:18:20] The battle was brutal, it was hard fought, but it was far from over. He found himself temporarily paralyzed but as soon as he realized it was electricity he used his own to nullify the effect, allowing him to rise back up quickly.

The man commanded him to get up, it was clear that neither party was ready to give in just yet. That was fine by Dante. He had alot more fight left in him. He was nowhere near done. The Sacred Power of Caendr delivering it's blessing upon him and helping to rejuvinate and reinvigorate his body, the flames burned hotter.

The outline around his body glew brighter. Dante was ready to go at it now. He planned on punching this guy pretty damn hard in his face too.
(Dante Malakia)

[12:37:07] The Sacred Knight wasted no time rushing in once more. The occultist was powerful, but in the end he would never amount to the might of a Sacred Knight. The power of the Gods would always triumph and light would always pierce the darkness.

"You talk a big game but you should know better than to challenge a Warrior of Caendr." He spoke before launching forward, his speed increased by the flow of Sacred Lightning through his body, preventing him from suffering more paralysis attempts.

He'd do exactly what he set out to. He punched the man square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Suddenly he would crack the flat end of his blade into the man's skull rattling his vision and making him see double... No...

There really was double

Dante and the outline had seperated, something similar to an illusion clone now stood beside him, but this was no illusion. Rather it was an etheral copy of Dante, made of pure Golden Sacred Energy.

The two Sacred Knights rushed in, blades gleaming. He swung it rapidly, cracking the flat end into the man's ribs, breaking a few. The clone slashed at his legs, bringing the man to his knees. Dante plunged his sword forwards, stabbing through the man's shoulder, the clone pierced straight through Saulot's thigh with it's blade. A furious onslaught of slashes and stabs crushed the will to fight out of the Necromancer in training.

Dante now stood over the man. "I could kill you here... And don't think you'll survive, but I have a better plan.... " he slashed the man's stomach open with his glowing blade, leaving a large open wound that bled vigorously. the man's intestines and guts could be seen now.

"Time for some pay back, depraved son of a bitch...."

He cupped his hands around his mouth, inhaled deeply, and let out a loud holler.

"SSSOOOOOOOOWWWEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

A few moments later snorting and stamping could be heard coming from the distance. A cloud of dust would kick up in the distance and suddenly two large boars would come rushing forwards. They spied an easy meal and quickly ran up to the injured man, biting into the flesh around his wound and digging at his guts to eat them out of him.

"Seems fitting that you have your guts picked out by pigs seeing how that's exactly what you did to that corpse. "Rot in Atmos and burn in the stars, piece of shit." he muttered with a tip of his hat, igniting his cigar as he wandered off to leave the man to die at the hands of pigs...

A fitting end for such a twisted and depraved being.
(Dante Malakia)
[12:49:04] He was close to taking Dante down, but that wasn't enough it seems by the result in the end; Saulot was hit in the face despite his attempts to fight back against Dante, but his story was far from being over.

Countless swipes and cuts were lashed out against him, sinking him in tormenting experience of pain rushing through his entire body; cracked ribs, slashed shoulders and thighs, on top of that cuts done to his legs... he could not even scream in pain at this point, he was struggling to simply not pass out due to it.

He was losing a lot of blood and something had to be done, and the fact that Dante had a twisted sense of humor to cut his stomach wasn't really helping him either; boy, if he'd survive this, he's in for some world of pain due to all of the necessary cauterization to be done.

Saulot was laid down collapsed, his face becoming pale and his eyelids closing halfway down; the stumping was heard indeed, but...

His will to live was far too strong. There were still things he needed to do, whether in collaboration with extremists or not. Saulot saw the rocky hill afar as the only possible escape, and his magic had him zapped away in the instance before the pigs would near to feast upon him, vanishing from Dante's sight as well.

The grass from where he disappeared was painted in crimson hue, and frustrated pigs would find themselves feasting upon the remainings of his flesh and blood at most, slashed and bled off from his body.

If Dante would assume that Saulot will bleed out and die from the wounds inflicted or he'd insist to pursue him, that's another question...
(Saulot Vykos)

[13:01:52] The Urayan let out an exasperated breath. "It's never that easy is it..." he mumbled with clear annoyance and agitation in his tone. It seemed not only were the depraved Sould Dead but also Brain Dead.

As the man tried to zap away, Dante would do the same, flashing behind him and grabbing him by the back of the neck, slamming the man's face into the ground. "You really are an idiot... I thought I beat you down and injured you hard enough that I could leave you for the pigs... But seems you had more strength left in you than that... Apparently you don't have the brains to stay down until the enemy is gone, however..." he mumbled before slamming the man's face into the ground again, and again, and again, beating him unconcious.

"Guess I can give you to Sirus... Sign of good faith or somethin' like that..." he muttered as he reformed the etheral clone of himself. It was becoming easier and easier to maintain... He allowed it to lift the man up before dragging him off towards Cinderfall.
(Dante Malakia)

[13:18:04] There was a nod to him. "Yes, but they are four and short to recite, so ultimately there's no harm done." The Myr would reply to the male, a thumbs up given off as she'd look him in the eye. "Great! I appreciate your eager willingness to observe them, but even still, I'd prefer to let you hear them out, there' sno harm in merely being a citizen because you don't agree with even just a singular Oath. It shant be held against you." The Myr warned simply.

"A moment please ser." The Myr simply replied, the hat being consistant to those of the outlaws, how strange that some chose to come help- or even just visit, Cinderfall after the way John chose to set the relations between the two states.

"At any rate, first of all, the oath of bravery, you will stand against the worst Valmasia has to offer, against the most vicious of evils in the world." The blunette spoke freely giving him the first of the four oaths.

The second one came with the blue eyed Myr looking upon Xanzithe. "Next is Kindness, you will know the difference between mercy and causing sufferring to persist, if nothing can be done for some one who is suffering you will spare them every bit of pain and strife that striving for their survival would cause them."

There were two left at this point as the Myr moved on. "Then is the oath of wisdom, you will temper your actions with wisdom, only being definitive when you know enough to do so." There was one last oath.

"The final oath is that of Fidelity, to be true to the cause, true to your peers and superiors, more deeply than respecting them and standing by their side, but in that you also will default back onto that of the oath of Bravery should they prove to be a zealous monster."
(Liara Myr)

[13:25:45] The fight with Dante was hard-fought and the two exchanged powerful blows, with both Dante and Saulot dropping down at one point to get up once more, though in the end Dante was victorious regardless; he was brutally injured, with a stab through his shoulder, a slash against his legs, another stab through his thigh, and a large gash across his stomach.

To not die due to bleeding, while Dante was dragging him to Cinderfall, Saulot was putting himself through painful process of cauterizing own wounds with fire and lightning magics, doing so subtly; he had no strength to fight Dante another round anyway, and that's all he could muster at the moment.
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During the road, Dante could hear Saulot's struggle for life. The cauterization of his wounds was clearly painful, and the grunts that escaped his lips could sometimes softly echo the Trystle Caverns.

'You're an idiot...' - the final words that Saulot heard before his eyes were shut, with most of his wounds (and especially the stomach one, as he prioritized it due to being the monst dangerous) were cauterized, leaving scars behind from the gruesome, emergency way to save one's life due to blood loss.
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Though, by the time of his arrival in Cinderfall, he was still bleeding from thigh and shoulder wounds, at least in lesser quantities. He could surely use a treatment, but whether he'd get it remained a question.

Dragged by Dante inside Cinderfall, Saulot was passed out, with his face being pale and his breathing shallow and deep.

At least there was one benefit - by being unconscious, he didn't have to experience all this pain.
(Saulot Vykos)

[17:16:09] As if the pain from what he had to experience earlier wasn't enough, the moment he was brought into medical bay of the cell, he had to undergo even more suffering coming his way; countless stitches across the large gashes and removal of dead skin due to fact that Saulot cauterized himself earlier to make sure he doesn't bleed to death as form of emergency treatment, as well as cleaning of the wounds - all of it were painful, forcing him in and out of consciousness during the treatment.

But his will to live was formidable, and despite such horrible injuries that were easily bearing the mark of murderous intent from Dante, he survived. Saulot was transported inside the cell, and although he was perhaps put into cell in which the magic is negated, that played little role - Saulot was far too exhausted and weak, recovering from injuries that were meant to kill him.
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It seems he had a visitor, though. He was laid on the bed, half-awake, with his eyes just idly gazing upon the ceiling; he wasn't sure if they'd just execute him straight away or at least hear out what happened. Considering that he's currently inside the cell, it wasn't bringing him much hope.

His eyes slowly rolled, shifting upon the entrance of the cell after he heard distant footsteps. Who was that?
(Saulot Vykos)
[17:23:50] "Hello. What is your name, ser?" The Myr inquired to the man, looking inwards to the cell, attention grabbed, perhaps something he might note was the 'about to pop' belly of a end of third trimester pregnancy on the woman inquiring to him.

The Myr had another question, just something straight forward. "And what did you do for that Outlaw to arrest you?" The questions had straight forward, easy answers, or one could lie if they so chose.
(Liara Myr)
[17:29:48] His eyes were set upon the visitor in the distance and he arched his brow. Supposedly, if she cared to chat then she'd rather know answers before doing any decisions, and that's something good for Saulot. He raised himself half-way up from the bed, his torso still unclothed yet widely covered in bandages, specifically shoulder and abdomen area.

"My name is Saulot."

As for Outlaw? With all honesty, he was still wondering on his own what the hell was his problem. But then again, they were a bunch of extremists from his previous encounter in Wychwood, so the one in Prairies didn't seem surprising at all.

"He didn't like how I looked at him, and also didn't like that I was poaching a boar. Apparently, he also found a great dislike that I'm into Occultic practice."

Though, Saulot had no mad looks about him, and had no Depravity coming off from him either; he remained sat on the bed, gazing at Liara while they spoke.
(Saulot Vykos)
[17:36:38] Especially in a cell, Liara found it odd that an Occultist didn't bleed depravity, particularly in the regard of being kept in a cell. The myr calmly looking upon them for a moment.

The woman simply nodded understanding both of those answers quite well. "Hmm, one more question Saulot, where are you from? Would you be interested in becoming a resident of Cinderfall? As for Poaching, try not to just trophy hunt, meat and hides are something I'm not adverse to contributing treasury assets for acquiring as a publically redeemable resource for the people. Some one has to feed the homeless, so that they can get strong enough to earn a home in the future." The Myr warmly informed and offerred.

Perhaps there was a deeper offer if the lack of depravity persisted outside of the cell to be had.
(Liara Myr)
[17:41:45] Even though Saulot was a practicioner of Depraved Arts actually, his sheer power was enough to keep it suppressed and thus no Depravity was rolling off him; besides, most Occultists or Depraved Arts users fall to different temptations, but on the contrary Saulot had a strong psyche to keep him collected, without allowing to fall to anger, even after he quite literally almost died.

"I was initially planning to take my place within Cinderfall, but now I began wondering. What is your relationship with Outlaws exactly? They seem a tad too keen to... shorten my life span, so to say."

Before he'd accept such offer, he'd have to be sure that it's not just some sort of a trick where his power would be cut off from him in a way that Outlaws initially wished to do upon him - to "implant" him, so that he could not use any magic related to Occult.

How in the world he would fare if he'd have no access to it, after studying it so much?
(Saulot Vykos)
[17:46:52] That was something the blunette had to think of on her own accord. "Hmmm, I want to say we're working to a more positive relation with them, but I don't know how well that's going, I've not heard back yet on it, but I know John has a personal hate 'twig' for me." Using that word in place of something less appropriate in a public scenario to say. A shrug of her shoulders meant she wasn't sure if that'd changed, especially with the gift of good faith being sent his way with the letter from at ime ago.

"I wont have your occultism supressed, but how genuine was that want? To live in Cinderfall, and are there any questionables that you'd be hiding?" There was that question, aside for now, as she would find a need to explain in herself.

Her blue eyes upon him the Myr canted her neck a little. "We've a fair amount of occultists living among us already, and they all understand and live by a civil contract that they wont abuse their magic to do harm. Only in benefit to preserving the independance and well being of others in Cinderfall." All the while she gently holding her gravid belly.

Did Saulot know of the Myr already? That was a surprising thing that he didn't even ask.
(Liara Myr)
[17:55:24] Positive relation with them... Saulot had little faith that such thing would be even possible. A visible frown decorated his face after such elaboration from Liara's side, an assumption that eventually they'd try to enforce their will against Cinderfall - and whether they'd be successful or not, that's completely another question.

"That is not possible, Firekeeper. I've dealt with them before, even common goals do not get any sense in their heads; they're extremists, and best left alone to do their thing with Alliance. But you do you, if you still hope that one day they'd listen, that's your choice."

As for what he was hiding? He decided to take a risk and speak actually, parting his lips once more to elaborate further on the subject - that was a brave and bold move from him, considering the fact that his Art was rather dangerous, and in the right hands it could literally win wars.

"I'll be straightforward. I wield Riftmancy and I'm a practicioner of Necromancy, both Arts that I find extremely useful and valuable in the right hands of someone who could control the... side-effects that come with them." - taking just a moment of pause, he continued to speak further.

"I wish the best for humanity, simple. What Nostvale is doing is very far from the 'best' for humanity, considering they're literally slaughtering people for not following some religion, which praises genocide. Cinderfall is the only place I've seen that could allign with my goal."

Yet another small pause. He thought it over and decided to add on top of his previous statements.

"But in case you do not need someone like me, be kind enough to not spread the word all around that I'm a Riftmancer. This can get a lot of attention."
(Saulot Vykos)
[18:03:56] The myr stood there. "I will have to ask arround, but I need to be certain I have a means to trust you fully. But my terms are as simple as this, you will swear that you will never use necromancy again. its properties are the molestation of the souls of the dead, and damning them to service."

"The use of Azrael's 'art' is a direct affront to your statement, but further beyond that, I want you to refrain from using it unless it is life or death, the rift mancy." Those were his terms, to be let go, or perhaps more than just that.

The Myr didn't have much else to say. "While I look into a mana contract, you are oath bound to not use magic within Cinderfall until its prepared outside of absolute necessity. Would you swear to this? "
(Liara Myr)
[18:15:02] It had seemed that Liara and Saulot did not share completely same views after all... if anything, Saulot had a firm belief that "in war, any method is good" and considering just how good Riftmancy and Necromancy can be, it was tempting to keep practicing those and thus grow in strength.

"I think I'm misunderstood here. I do not intend to slay people just for practice of Necromancy, nor I intend to keep any control upon undead, unless they wished my death first and it's absolutely necessary to do so."
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He leaned forward whilst sitting on the bed, with his gaze set firmly upon Liara. To some extent sly, even tempting speech was addressed to her, but at the same time it was calling for understanding from her side, his reasons as to why he practiced such Arts in the first place.

"Riftmancy is a powerful Art, and we both know that. I'm certain that Cinderfall has enough enemies - what would they say at the sight of squadrons with Cinderfall soldiers appearing at them out of nowhere?"

Indeed, it was amazing ambush tool. In proper hands, it could win almost any war... and he hoped that Liara would understand that. Saulot merely wished to have powerful tools by his side when the right time comes.

"As for Necromancy... I think you have lost some people at one point, Firekeeper. People that you wish you never had lost in the first place. Such power is what could have them back."

He leaned backwards once more and casually rested upon the bed. Sparing yet another gaze at her, Saulot spoke.

"I'm not the villain here, Firekeeper. I merely grasp potent tools in case of dire situation - I had hoped that lack of /any/ Depravity around here right now would give you a hint that I'm capable of controlling it."

But perhaps she was not convinced at all? Perhaps she had some zeal in her heart, similar to those of Outlaws?

"But if my reasons do not please you, very well, I shall restrain these Arts."
(Saulot Vykos)
[18:19:18] She would turn on her heel, at him sayingall that so. "I will sleep on this, although your acquiessence sits better than it would from most. I'll give you my answer in the morning after I've had time to speak with a few champions maybe my parallel." That was all there was to it then, she would start to leave, saying so.

The Myr had heard Saulot out, and he was being watched over night for one more evening, after all, his health wasn't exactly publically safe at this moment. The Outlaw that turned him in was in the right and it seemed he was reasonable enough to be talked to, and talked out of using the depraved arts he knew.

For now he was free to his own thoughts for a bit.
(Liara Myr)