Aubrey's and Wilson's mouths are ajar frozen in place, eyes unblinking for the moment.

Bojovnik makes a hand sign, bows, and sits down cross-legged a flower in the midst of chaos.

Aubrey and Wilson trot over. The antlers slowly fade starting at the tips back to their plane of existence.

Willson jokes and says "You know he's a paying member now."

“Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people.”

"I thought peace was a virtue."

Bojovnik opens an eye for a brief moment looking at Willson. "I'm still on the path to enlightenment."

"Well, at least he's not dead." Willson says sarcastically. As Aubrey casts spare the dying.

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“If a man going down into a river, swollen and swiftly flowing, is carried away by the current — how can he help others across?”

Clint coughs and sputters blood.

"Well, you both have something in common you're both stubborn as a mule and find a way."

"Hm... Just as the great ocean has one taste, the taste of salt, so also this teaching and discipline have one taste, the taste of liberation.”

Aubrey continues listening and draws forth the power of her faith and speaks a healing word.

At some point, Darbrand Garmult returns from his lunch break carrying a stack of newsletters which he promptly drops in shock, as the pages scatter to the floor.

"What in the 9 hells? Did Umberlee curse us with a hurricane? Willson, I told you to keep an eye on the place. Why is the new member on the floor? And who is that? No! personal weapons! Past the lobby!"

Bojovnik still in his meditative stance quietly states “If the problem can be solved why worry? If the problem cannot be solved worrying will do you no good.”

"Bojovnik don't you give me that. You're lucky I like you. Who's going to clean up this mess?" Darbrand demands.