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"How many?" Maulká repeated. The warrior standing nearest to her turned. "Too many," he said. "The intruders fought well. Regilen is dead, as are Soreth and Kinadhen. Two others were killed as well, I don't know their names. Metheled was minorly wounded. Something bit Astalon. . ."
"I bit Astalon," interrupted Maulká. "And I can end his suffering if it's too severe to be considered 'minor'. Go on."
The guard looked startled, but he continued. "Ustaghar took a blow to the face, shattered his chin. Corith is missing, Nephil was shot. . ."
"What?" said Maulká. she ignored the guard, who had begun to repeat his list of casualties and turned to look around the large chamber. Nephil was speaking to the 'missing' Corith a short distance away.
By the time Maulká reached the pair, Corith had already wandered off. "Does he know he's been labeled 'missing'?" she asked Nephil, gesturing to where his kinsman was speaking animatedly to an injured warrior. Nephil shrugged, seeming deep in thought. Maulká frowned at the arrow he held loosely in one hand. "I didn't think you were that slow."
"I'm not." said Nephil tersely. He told her what Corith had said about the Quendi.
"They can't be killed, you say?" Maulká repeated, her eyes gleaming. "Sounds like a challenge to me."
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