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[Soren]

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Soren watched as Bryelle walked away. She had gone no more than 10 paces before she disappeared into the winds. Slowly she pushed herself to a kneeling position before trying to stand up straight. 15 minutes of fighting the nausea rolling in her stomach and the pounding in her head passed before she was no longer supported by the dirt alone. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand before putting it upside her head. Even thinking made her want to scream at the moment. Taking two fingers she traced where the butt of the kryss had struck. She didn't remember it hitting her eye but the pain radiated all the way down the side of her face and across the width to her nose. "I'm still alive," She whispered.

There were ramifications to what just happened. When the pain stopped she would have to go through them all. Try as she might Bryelle's words, every last one, had plastered themselves to her psyche.

Gypsies, expel you, tire of you....

With her hand back and almost glued to the side of her head Soren stumbled through the Moongate that had witnessed the whole event. Minoc, she must get to Minoc...