Coraline breathed a sigh of relief, watching the Church's men walk off with their captives: Felicity, Elladan, and Olesya.
The three of them had survived the events on the Golden Eagle... but with three counts of murder and two counts of grand theft.
They would not have long lives...
"It's so unnerving dealing with the Church of the Eternal Flame," She groaned, shaking her head. "It's like... they're always looking for signs of heresy."
The green-haired Decanus frowned, "That is... essentially an Inquisitor's job description."
"Coraline..." Lone bit his upper lip, "How did you know? That it was Felicity, I mean?"
Coraline puffed out her cheeks in contemplation... "I recognized her tattoos... they're distinctly Elven-- and they mark her as belonging to a Druidic Order. Druids can turn into animals... and during their transformations, their gear gets melded with them."
"Ohhh," Lone grinned. "You're pretty smart Coraline."