I arrived out of my studies and heard a distress thought that can be summarized as this: East-Field, Trapped, Darshak. My response was action. With my blade polished, I and others went to the scene to kill. The Thugs had gathered around what they thought would be a easy and defenseless healer. The picked the wrong healer... one does not mess with the Zo healer, Arbitur!
The Thugs fell like leaves in Fall. What was their motive? Spying? Anarchy? Money? I know not. One must take caution around mobs such as this. Had it been a lesser individual than Arbitur... things may have turned into disaster.
-Thoom
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