Tales of the Raven Guard (IC)

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Tvane's face becomes ashen at the news, and listens through the talk of healing spells. He looks down at his clasped hands before speaking.

"I once heard a story of a merchant-duke in the golden cities. He had his entire line enchanted immune to magic, at great expense, to protect against harmful spells and workings. It came back to bite him when he was beaten comatose by a mob -- he died from a simple head wound, never able to wake up to let the healing spells pass."

Tvane eyes the door searchingly. "I never knew if it was true. It seemed far fetched, and I struggled to imagine anyone having that combination of paranoia and wealth."

"Has the beastmaster been questioned? The arena staff? This looks like an accident, but the coincidence is a lot to take. Almost no casualties except the royal family?" He grimaces and shakes his head.