[Serra Britt]

Feenai took Jeanne's hand gratefully and followed her out, trying her best to act as Jeanne did, as though they belonged where they were going. "Thank you.." she whispered, almost inaudibly.

They left the tavern seemingly unopposed, as Feenai's mind went over the events again and again. She didn't think she had done the wrong thing. That man's pain had cut through her mental shields almost like they weren't there, and it made her feel terribly sorry for him knowing that he would experience that pain for a while even with Jeanne's quick healing for him. That red cloaked girl though, whom had brought the man to them, was scary. She had killed so many of the soldiers with ease. She was a psychic too, but so different than me...

The blind man that had dropped through the ceiling concerned her as well. He struck remarkably accurately for being blind and it concerned her.

She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts from the events. Here and now is more important. I have to calm down just in case something happens again.