Aiffe's lips twitched into just a fleeting hint of a grin as her spell lashed out- the thrill of arcane energy more than surpassed any pity she had for the men dying in the river. She cocked her head for the briefest instant, as if to catch some faint sound, but then returned to the task at hand. She favored Orthanach with a brief smile as he moved up beside her, then raised her voice. "
Raftmaster MacLynn, sir! There are some unpleasant men trying to bleed on your goods and on your deck!" Even as she spoke, her right hand dipped to the slender case at her belt, and she drew forth a slender stick of white birch tipped with a crystal- a crystal whose depths seemed to glitter with the same sun-fire light as she had thrown forth a moment ago... An instant later, that fire reached out towards one of the full boats, engulfing the small craft and most of its crew.
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