More than a mere ally, Mallory knew. Moyrah's utterance was like a knife in the ribs - at least, what Mallory imagined such a thing might feel like - but it was given no retort. It was less that the young noble was conflicted on the matter so much as she was yet unsure of how to address what she knew was coming. Though she had already long since made up her mind in one regard...
Tympani had made up her mind as well, it seemed, and it didn't look like she'd be dissuaded.
"You remind me of a fellow we endeavored with named Leyon..." she remarked dryly behind the rim of her mug. It was of little matter, really - she could imagine wasting breath trying to argue Tympani from her course would result in nothing but annoying the Halfling.
Stranger In the Corner:
"Criminals were extra," the stranger suddenly chimed in after a couple introductory coughs. "On top. Supplementary. And the people murdered had it coming! Hadn't put their names in, they hadn't!"
Such a remark drew a long, slow turn of Mallory's dark gaze to settle squarely on the fellow who'd been preoccupied by his soup until that point. Though her stare narrowed on him, it was paired by a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Each a violation of the Pillar of Isolation, then, in their own regard? 'A man who expects more of others than he does of himself is a weak man'." she prompted the fellow as she turned a bit in her seat to pay him more due attention.
"Do join the conversation, please, sir. You speak as if you've knowledge of the matter. Are you from Easthaven?"
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