"I am ready. I want to make sure they dont cause more trouble to the folks." Lissu smiled and touched Marric's hand. However, as she did, Marric found his other hand touched by the elf. In between the two women, the monk was gazed at seriously by them both, as strong winds began to blow outside.<br/><br/>For a moment it seemed like time stood still, peculiarily so. Like the two women were statues frozen in place, and Marric alone out of the flow of time, wind blowing outside but nothing moving, a leaf frozne in the air outside the window it seemed.<br/><br/>Before Marric, a shine, the shard of starstone resonating. The next instant, the monk saw a brief vision. Young woman, stretched out on altar. Knife twisting in her wound, a piece of starstone coated with blood before pressed against the throat of a<em>scaled man</em>with robed people before him chanting something in a hissing voice.<br/><br/>The stabbed woman bleeding to death, the blood on the shard of starstone seeming to pulse, before a the stone seemed to sink into the throat of the man with the scales, the woman collapsing on the altar, lifeless.<br/><br/>"Marric?" The elf asked, looking at him. "Are you alright?" Lissu also tightened the hold on his hand. Marric's own shard was back where it should be, in his arm.