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*Two figures can be seen traveling to the Salandran temple from Kampos Storehouse. A male tiefling with hooves, leathery wings and piercing red eyes, covered in full plate armor. Under his arm is a young pregnant human woman, crying out in pain as she holds her belly. Once the two make it to the temple grounds they immediately make their way to he maternity ward where they wait for assistance from the priests.*

//If any Salandran player or DM willing to possess a Salandran NPC to help with this RP would be greatly appreciated. Send a PM if this is of interest so a time can be arranged.

Promptly, if at all possible, a certain Paladin of Ilmater would immediately seek to have Draco removed from the premise while leaving the woman to the care of the temple. The reason would be circulated to the proper temple authorities as a previous issue at the temple involving a murdered ex-lover of the tiefling, who was also brought in.

*If Draco were approached by the proper authorities on the matter he would inform them that he made no aggressions on Salandran soil. And that is was him in fact that carried the woman in question here to be treated for her injuries. The baby within the woman at his side was his and that he refused to leave her side, if need be take her elsewhere to be treated if they felt bickering over such was more important than caring for her.*

*Word gets to Azeriel of Draco's visit to the salandrans and ponders of how things change... he would then keep a watch to ensure a repeat of the past does not happen*

*After some time passed the pregnant woman was seen to buy a Paladin of Ilmater and a Cleric of Salandran. After many a painful cry from the beautiful woman they suddenly stop for a time and are replaced by the cries of an infant. Draco remains at the woman's side for a time before departing, leaving her to rest while the Salandrans see to the babe.

A familiar looking old Salandran Templar would be seen watching everything from a distance. His demeanor nuetral. He watches quietly and says nothing.

An open letter is sent to the salandarian Temple

Honoured medicans and healers of Salandara.

It has come to my knowledge that a devil of heinous nature have impregnated a young woman, whom it also brought to you for medical treatment and assistance during her labour.

I am concerned that this vile fiend have somehow contained and corrupted this child, and if that would be the case, it should immediately be left out in the woods or killed on the spot. This isle cannot hold more spawns of the fiends below because we have suffered enough in the hands of them.
Remember zanshibon.

You need to protect those who have not yet been born from what has already seen daylight. If this child is indeed corrupted that is ...

I will visit the temple soon and talk this over.

*Squire Vest sees the letter and writes a short message to Hashim.*

I will not allow a child to be harmed.

~ Squire Vest
Paladin of Ilmater

A short, brief and gruff reply is written in reply.

"I shall not condone any act of violence against this child. You clearly know nothing of our people and tennants.

~Senior Salandran Templar. M. Sikth"

Ðraco continues to periodically visit the woman and his child while she recovers, fotunately unaware of the letter sent to the to the Salandran healers.

Hashim recieves a polite but stern reply that amounts to "Don't bother showing up, we will not listen to your request."

*The next time Ðraco comes to the Salandran's grounds he seems almost paranoid as he constantly surveys his surroundings. When visiting his child and its mother seeming to be rather protective of them, keeping a hand rested on his sheathed blade. The faintest footstep being enough to catch his gaze.*

*After some time in private, Ðraco and Aideen talk briefly. Seeing as she is back to full health the two collect their child and leave through a portal.*

Through a contact at the Salandarians, The genasi is made aware that the devil left the grounds, But not where. Thus he does not come to visit the temple grounds and instead patiently sits down to pen down a letter to an old friend. In this world of toril you need not strands of fiber or a string of hair to guess where the criminal fled, you merely contact the most experienced scryer you know of.

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