Gweyn rose to her hind legs, staring down at the dead priestess.
“That hex was foul,” she muttered, raspy voiced. She could taste Cassatta’s blood in her mouth from when she had bit her. “She was a deadly opponent indeed.”
She cleaned off the tip of her blade reflexively, though it had never tasted Cassatta’s blood. Then she put her rapier away.
“Now our troubles with this issue of mistaken identity are over.”
She paused, then glanced around the room. Gweyn looked at Visara in concern for a moment. She had never seen the barbarian woman look so fatigued before. It was almost hard to believe anything could stagger the brawny Visara. Seconds later, Visara seemed to recover. Gweyn averted her gaze.
She turned to the items they found, then murmured a simple cantrip, illuminating to her sight anything magical in the room.