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Ishmael was too focused on trying to catch the mortals dropping like flies to check the food. Some were dead before they hit the floor; others were simply unconscious. As he moved, the potency of his peace circle increased, becoming strong enough that some of the mortals were falling asleep where they stood. He lightly touched the fallen guests as he moved. The healer deity stiffened each time he did, but didn’t react nearly as strongly as he did before. Silently, he eased the passing of the mortals that were too far gone for him to save, and worked on healing people just enough to be stable. He moved quickly, intensely focused on his task— if he stopped and looked around, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it.

Orphos had also moved to inspect the food, his nine-year-old companion trailing behind him. In contrast to Ishmael, he didn’t particularly worried at all. In fact, in one fluid motion, he stopped down and pulled a soul from a lifeless body and studied it impassively before deciding it wasn’t up to his standards and tossed it back.