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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drothgery" data-source="post: 3593549" data-attributes="member: 360">Khalia's mind flashed back again...The Elder had ordered an attack. "Belay that!" She'd shouted, "Hold fire." But the damage had been done, for crossbow bolts were already in the air. Brother Donovan had had to knock the Elder unconcious before they had been able to reassert control. And though she likely would never admit it, that they had been able to do it at all owed a lot to Tod Ellston. Templars from the noble families of Flamekeep and northern Thrane -- they would follow an ir'Indari's orders even if she were a girl not past twenty. These men -- they did not know her, or her father, and if they had heard once that Tarik ir'Indari had ridden at Tira Miron's side, it had been an obscure point of history. But they did know Tod. And Brother Donovan. And Cerril Maise. It shamed her that she had done less than they, that she had been unable to prevent this disaster....All she had been able to do was heal some of the wounded. And send a scathing recommendation to her father that a new Elder be sent to Q'Barra, as Samuel Nevillom was clearly unfit for any position of responsiblity.</blockquote>