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Upon closer inspection, Kalentia quickly realized that there was no question of letting the poor fellow go anywhere – his tormentors had done a thorough job, turning him into a cripple. He needed to be taken to Myrkoria as soon as possible for proper medical attention, but even the best doctors wouldn't be able to heal all the wounds inflicted on the inquisitor by Erika's people. It was hard to say whether this served as a demonstration of her subordinates' love for cruelty or their loyalty to the crown, for which they were willing to go so far. To them, he was almost not even a human being.

- Better not. We have a dangerous mission, and he might get killed by accident, and we already have enough to worry about.

The Argalian's thoughts were interrupted by Veserod's words, which sounded like a bolt from the blue. They were leaving the poor fellow in Erika's hands. Just like that – so he wouldn't be a burden. A dry and pragmatic approach, not much different from that of their interlocutor. The girl herself seemed to flinch at these words. She wanted to challenge the leader's decision, but he was unyielding in this plan, like Gungnir. Could it be that he chose Veserod as a leader, in part, because of this cynical and down-to-earth approach to solving problems? Something that would save the squad's lives, even if it was morally questionable? Very likely – her uncle has never been wrong about people yet. All that remained was to somehow come to terms with the fact that the inquisitor now faced either death or something even worse. Somehow, she had to accept it.