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Shai couldn’t offer him these things, she was a Saradominist woman and hadn’t the slightest hint of evil-nature. The woman revealed herself to be Abigail Maxwell a sorceress and identified Shaikah as an Aren in turn. Prossy was commanded to breathe fire onto the woman’s mace. Shaikah could do nothing to stop him, he was of course a 600lb+ baby blue dragon. The woman could only watch as her baby curled eagerly towards Abigail, and then, they vanished. Shaikah crumpled on the floor, her face going blank, she smacked against the stone on her back. She wanted to scream, fury, rage, anger! But the only sound that eminated from Shaikah’s lips was a soft pitiful whimper followed by fits of crying that only a mother losing her child could make. Her wailing was so pitiful even the most hardened warrior felt pity on the poor woman, one of the patrons left as Shai’s crying reminded him of his own mother. The other attempted to make sure she was alright, but was met with a shirek of mixed fury and despair. The woman rose to her feet slowly, wallowing in her agony the deepest pain settling inside of her stomach while her heart leapt into her throat. Her mind was racing everywhere, ~Bad Mother...BAD MOTHER~ Those words rang through her mind, even though Prossy had chosen his path, Shaikah couldn’t help but feel guilty and responsible: a mother’s natural instinct. She panted, sniffled, and whimpered for a good time on the table before anger and resentment took hold of the young woman’s mind. She thought quickly ~I need Aerisop, Fuinur, Olga, Arissa, Theron...I need Swordpoint...please I need them now..~ The thought struck her like lightning, she immediately snapped out of the trance of weightlessness and despair, spun on her heel and sprinted out of the abandoned Smithery into the Bitter Cold outside of Seers, and began sprinting South, to where?