"There is no Kuldahar without your Archdruid, don't you forget," Alalla snaps.
"And that's before she took up Arundel's mantle." She waves a hand.
"Leave them be, Reothadh. Their noses are too full of blood. I've seen it before." She voices her most guttural orcish curse in derision, letting them hear her heritage.
"Get back to your hunting, then. But it takes more than potions and weapons to be a protector."
Growling more curses, Al turns back to the party. Sharing dark rituals with half the town? Hiding fiends? She could strangle Ug. But... not in front of his mother.
Alalla snaps off her cursing and gets to work.
"Brother Gus, why don't you settle everyone in the chapel. I know a lot of you still need healing and rest. Ug, everyone could use a good meal. Ras, why don't you see what Aeri knows? I think she's still around here. And Vincent, those blood hunters could use an eye on them. Let me know if they're going to get into trouble." She nods to Reothadh, Zenithral, and Erevain.
"Let's find Halla. I'd like to hear the story from someone more reliable."
She walks off in search according to Zenithral's suggestion, white cloak flaring out behind her, in her haste. She mutters to Erevain in Orcish as they go.
"I wondered if Zenithral ought to have listened to his father about those twins. I wondered if I should follow through myself when he presented them to us. I left the choice to Zenithral. I pray I was right. Great Torm, let me not have been wrong." As she prays she breathes deeply, trying to smell what Mirek had spoken of.
Al uses Divine sense
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