"By the sounds of it, we've just had a decisive leadership change. I don't know who made it or didn't, but I'm guessing your friends won because I'm not hearing anyone yelling for me to get in there and help clean up." Aleigh shrugs, still taking steps backward. He's nearly to the treeline now, balancing on the balls of his feet and ready to bolt. That doesn't keep him from chuckling, though. "I'm not much of a talker, and since I doubt I'll be keeping my position here, it's best if I go."

Inside, Vidal takes the potion from Merrill slowly, stopping with it just short of her lips when Velanna talks... for a moment. Then she's gulping it down quickly, eyes still on Velanna. "We, I helped you. I distracted him and he's, he was deadly when he could focus. You won't..." She trails off as her eyes dart around the room at everyone else. "You won't?"

Kian's glance at Velanna is tired. He doesn't say anything in his defense or try to pick his staff back up. Instead, he looks at Nate with defeat in his eyes. "There are always mages who are dead who didn't want to be. I've paid for mistakes and for doing the right thing. It always goes the same way. This was a mistake, so kill me or don't. But choose and don't drag it out. Please."