<span style="color: #FF0000">The fighting was over as soon as it began. Fenharel panted heavily, a snarl still etched onto his face. Lingering gas from some of Ellaria's bombs was lifting itself slowly from the ground, giving the sense that they were rising up like strands of fog. He noticed Tasia kneeling down next to her father, clearly letting her pain show for a brief moment. Then she stood up, and almost as if nothing had happened, told them to keep going ahead of her. Fen nodded and made his way forward, brushing up against Tasia's arm and squeezing it briefly before walking ahead.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria acknowledged Tasia's words and walked ahead, but she couldn't resist the urge to look back at the King's dead body every few seconds. She hadn't ever really known the man, but by Tasia's reaction, she lamented the fact that he couldn't get a better send off. She dropped a potion around his body as she passed by, hoping that the noxious fumes emanating from it would keep the creatures of the island at bay. At the very least, she didn't want the body to become a monster's meal.</span>