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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3316779" data-attributes="member: 36973">Ashlyn pushes herself up from her post near the broken barrier, and moves to one of the southern door. Light comes from the between the boarded up windows, and a sign that reads "Bildrath Mercantile" hangs above the shop. She knocks thrice, calling, "Bildrath! It's Ashlyn. Send out Perriwimple, we need the barrier fixed!"Without waiting for a reply, Ashlyn attends to what Khensu is doing. Behind her, the shop door opens to reveal a huge form of a man. This must be Perriwimple. The man is probably fresh out of youth, and there is a slackness to his face suggesting a lack of intelligence. The man keeps his head down, trying to avoid any eye contact with the others or the dead, and when close, spins around and diverts off another direction. With a single purpose, he goes across the street, apparently to the inn and disappears inside. After another moment, two dark complexion men---similar looking to the messenger of yesterday---come out. Though obviously surly about it, they---with the large Perriwimple---get working on the barrier.Ashlyn, seeing Khensu working on Selase, looks over the fallen woman. "One of yours? This disease that suffuses this town... it can strike the strongest at any moment." Her eyes narrow when she notices the holy symbol hanging around Selase's neck, and she look suspiciously at the paladin. More coldly this time, she suggests, "Burn it. Burn it any anything it possessed."Ashlyn does not turn to the Stalker, still fixated on something about Selase. "I have not seen the Burgomaster. I believe his son is in the inn, deep in his cups. Ismark is... difficult to talk to."The champion of Dol Arrah turns to the new voice, and looks the army of Jani up and down a moment. "Cyran, if I do no mistake it? From near Metrol, if I have the accent. Greetings, fellow daughter. To answer your question, however, if you came here as we did, it would take more than a month to muster any such force if the Karrns"---said with obvious distaste---"decided to do anything about it. By then, this town would be nothing more than a haven of the undead, and that I cannot abide. I---"It s at this point Ashlyn notices the rest of the group. Marot and Daellin take little notice, but when she sees ashen face of Jarrith, her face changes to a look of barely controlled anger. If her voice was cold before, it is as ice now. "You travel with one infected, and have not healed him or ensured his final rest?!" She draws her weapon again, and though she keeps it at her side, the aura of menace is there. She slowly approaches Jarrith. "Keep your weapons at bay. Any sudden movements and I will defend myself. I will rid you of this curse, cleanse it from your body, but if you resist, I will notice."</blockquote>

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