<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis went down hard from the blow, her head spinning violently as the floor rose up to meet her. There was only one thing on her mind, as she lay there, struggling to maintain consciousness. Her fingers wrapped around the small charm on a leather cord around her throat, crushing the clay against the floor, letting out a moan as she finally lost consciousness, at least knowing her affairs were being handled. She wasn’t the only one in Dimir with such contingencies, but hers were more… personal than most.</span>