[Serra Britt]

Feenai had just finished her third tankard of mead when the familiar pain of the not-so-injured man assaulted her mind and shields. She looked up at him, worried that Ruebella was right behind him. Then he asked his question and the worry shifted to what Dante would do to him. She slid out of her chair and walked away from the rest of them, beckoning for the man to follow.

Once they were a few steps away, she said in a low tone, "Your employer is not here, but I'm glad I got to see you. I think that perhaps...something is consuming your mind partly. I feel a lot of pain coming off you, and I wondered if there would be something I could do to help?"