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SYLVIE BRONIN

Sylvie ran as fast as she could when the bird-man said to go get help. She didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t care. Right now, she had to find a healer, or a guildmaster to help. ‘Where’s Guildmadam Elinia?’ Sylvie wondered as she dashed around a table. Guildmadam Elinia was the instructor of the Healery, a guild Sylvie planned to take when she was old enough, and was most likely here, as she and Olumphia were good friends. ‘Come on, come on. Where are you?’

Flashes of faces flew past. ‘Mr. Bunge, Articus Fletcher, Guildmadam Elinia… Wait! Guildmadam Elinia!’

Sylvie spun on her heel and hurried back, chasing after the short, matronly woman with brown hair.

“Guildmadam Elinia!” She called. The woman spun and smiled at the young girl.

“Why, hello Sylvie! Are you still planning to join– Goodness gracious, what’s going on?!”

Sylvie spoke between breaths. “Lady–collapsed–husband–told me–get–help.” She pointed back in the direction she had come. “That way.”