Ibani's presence brushes across his mind, sending feelings of question and concern. Does he want her help with the nausea and the headache?

If he assents to her intervention the headache and nausea will fade, hopefully BEFORE he vomits. It's tricky, working a healing without touch, but there is a facade that she must maintain.

A soldier in the gray imperial uniform comes out of one of the warehouses to see who's arrived and snaps to attention and salutes when he sees Ibani. "My Lord," he says respectfully to her. Not that different from how people react to nobles in Garyn's own world.

Ibani nods in acknowledgment. "Lieutenant. Are you aware of the situation in the area near the Dark Temple?"

"Yes, my Lord. An entire work gang of slaves was lost when the spirits became restless and took their bodies, as were most of the guards that were stationed with them." Despite attempting to appear calm and collected, the Lieutenant becomes visibly uneasy as his recounting continues. Being shot at is one thing, being possessed is quite another! "Several Sith have also been taken and are presently causing considerable problems for the reinforcements sent to hold the area."

"That complicates things," Ibani replies, thinking. "Thank you for the briefing, Lieutenant. I shall not keep you from your duties."