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Hastria walks alongside James, the sight of the bodies throughout town sending pangs of guilt through her heart.

"The town's state is likely my doing through reckless act. I would be remiss not to lend what aid I can, if at all possible." Hastria points out the way down to James. "I will follow that path down into the town and find what survivors I can. You need not follow."

Hastria looks out over the edge of the ravine, trying to spot the best way down into the town from up high.

"And in one fell swoop, just like that? When did this happen?"

Hastria puts on a spare shawl to cover her back before proceeding towards the group from the village. "Hail!"

"And should I have had such sense, I would not have so n-nearly drowned, w-would I?" Hastria replies, the indignant tone of her voice masked by the tremulous notes of subsiding fear. "...*sniff* there is much glass there to move, and much weight behind it. Could'st the cart even carry such a load?"

"I know...*sniff* I felt them grow while I was in that box." Hastria turns around so as to sit up properly. "And had I not destroyed the wand, Varrys and Theodoric would have turned us all into cocks. It did not affect the creature shot by the missiles, but those nearby. I felt the chill when...

"*hah*...*hah*...that was foolish..." Hastria gasps out, a few tears rolling down her face.

Hastria shakily starts to pick herself up off the ground, coughing and sputtering as she does.

Hastria tries to drink the invisible water.

Hastria starts pounding on the glass with her fists, unable to hear Varrys' question. "HELP!!!"

With a quiet "thank you," Hastria takes the wand and retreats to her tent, flaps closed shut behind her. After a minute of sifting through her belongings, she fishes from her pack an iron pot and a whetstone. The pot she places on the floor of her tent, bottom side up with the wand atop it, a...

Hastria stands there for a moment, saying nothing and staring straight ahead, before turning to Varrys. "Might I see this wand for a moment, Varrys?"

Hastria quietly sets up her tent and bedroll, then climbs inside to go to bed.

Hastria wrinkles her nose in disgust. "And by Saras, what on earth is that stench?!"

"I suppose I should, yes. It has been a long day."

"...I could not breathe in that house. So empty, and cold. I could not even treat the townsfolk as my mother did. Only loneliness awaits behind me...but yet more horrors lie ahead." Hastria bows her head. "I know not what to do."

Hastria moves to sit near the fire, chin rested on her knees. "...I have killed a man today, James."

"Aye. Horrid as the results may be."

"...oh, um...this one, here." Hastria holds up the one wand she's used. Thinking on it, she takes her dagger out and carves a small notch into the handle, so she can remember which one it is. "I think it may have made those men...rot. But I am not certain."