Lhurriel forced herself to watch the execution.<br/><br/>After it was over, she found herself wanting to empty the contents of her stomach on the ground, but she did manage to get a hold of herself. Swallowing and feeling faintly queasy, she watched as Petras and Duke wrapped the dead man up in a cloak and carried him out of one of  the passageways. Lhurriel watched as everybody left the room, until it left on her and Amron.<br/><br/>It was a harsher, crueler side of him that he hadn't previously shown her. And while it had been a very necessary task, Lhurriel still couldn't help but think that if she should ever cross him, some of that cruel side might turn against her.<br/><br/>Reaching hesitantly, she touched the bottom of his sleeve. When he turned to look at her, it would be to see a woman that he did not see often - in her guise as a singer, with her clothes fitting snugly over her feminine curves. And despite the scene she had just displayed, cheeks warm from the sun's kiss. "Are you alright?" She asked uncertainly.