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Florian still held Aoren's arm, but they were now very, very far from Gel'Grandal. Though he had only been to Kelzasi briefly, he recognized the main gates. He had been here before, in a time that felt like another life before this. As he desperately tried to sort what set in, he dropped Aoren's arm, only to notice the golden scar that wrapped around it. His gift, his emblem, that even he did not quite know the power of. He looked all the way up at Aoren.
"I didn't— I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing." He did not know why he was apologizing. A few seconds later, he realized they were not alone. Lyra, whom he had not even noticed — Rickter, whom he also did not notice, and Hannah, and another woman he didn't know. That wretched woman from before. The two Kathar he had freed in order to reach Aoren. They had all been transported there by Talon.
He felt disoriented, but his head was quieter so far from the crowds of Wintergarten Circle. The visions and sounds had faded enough for him to try and piece himself back together. His exertion of power had served to exhaust him, though, and he stumbled forward and vomited onto the ground. A few moments bent over and he spit, stood back up, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"How did we get here? It was Talon? This is Kalzasi, yeah?" Florian addressed the group as a whole, with hope that someone else knew what had happened, and then immediately vomited again. He had the feeling of a headache slowly recovering. The rage, the anger, the defiance he had felt had been released, and now he just felt tired, even as he tried to focus on the direct matter at hand. "I've got a bounty here."
