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 {{wst>reh|Demarath's antennae twitched, uncertainty and discomfort bleeding back into his expression. The Matriarch would take care of it? How? Whatever she was planning to do with him, it clearly at least made Ilirith uncomfortable, which really wasn't helping matters. He exhaled softly, tried to put his thoughts into some kind of sensible shape. "About that 'sort of'..." he began, then approached the cell bars, glancing around outside to make sure no one else was there. "You remember that other witch? The bronze one from yesterday?" he asked in a hushed tone. "He came here right before the last watch, specifically to talk to me. He's the one who told me about Aveshinoth."}}
-{{wst>shyriath|Ilirith's eyes got rounder as Demarath spoke, until they were nearly bulging. "He did //what//?" she shouted aloud
+{{wst>shyriath|Ilirith's eyes got rounder as Demarath spoke, until they were nearly bulging. "He did //what//?" she shouted aloud.
 She clamped her mouth shut. This was //not// news she'd wanted to hear, not at all. After a certain amount of effort, she managed to get the rest out more quietly. "You mean to tell me that another witch just waltzed down here past the guards to have a chat with you?"}}
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 {{wst>shyriath|"Well, if you must know," Zadireth replied, slinking around Ilirith, "your old girlfriend the princess decided her mother was getting unreasonable in her old age about not having you executed and other matriarchal responsibilities, so she went and promoted herself." He touched a claw to one of the bars of the door, which started turning red and gently crumbling into rusty dust.
-Ilirith gaped at him. "She //what//?" She grabbed him by the forelimb, but jerked back,something tiny and sharp had protruded from between his scales. "Sorry," he murmured, "reflex. But yes, the Matriarch's been assassinated. And while the guards are running around upstairs trying to figure out what to do, the //new// Matriarch will probably be ordering them down here to turn us all into animal food once she eases their minds a bit, so if we could move right along..."}}
+Ilirith gaped at him. "She //what//?" She grabbed him by the forelimb, but jerked back, something tiny and sharp had protruded from between his scales. "Sorry," he murmured, "reflex. But yes, the Matriarch's been assassinated. And while the guards are running around upstairs trying to figure out what to do, the //new// Matriarch will probably be ordering them down here to turn us all into animal food once she eases their minds a bit, so if we could move right along..."}}
 {{wst>reh|Demarath grimaced at the 'old girlfriend' comment, a part of him wondering how Zadireth had heard about that particular detail of their interactions -- he doubts Aveshinoth or the Matriarch had talked about it in public; maybe a chatty guard had overheard it somehow? Of course, this consideration paled in comparison to the more direct revelation. "'Promoted herself'?" Demarath asked, momentarily confused before sudden realization set in. "... Oh. Oh no, no, please don't tell me she //actually// -- Aveshinoth wouldn't do that, would she?" His attention turned to Ilirith, expression pleading for some kind of confirmation; he didn't know Aveshinoth well enough to be sure she wouldn't kill her own mother.