[Robert]

I could have sworn that I already gave Miles his sword back, but I guess I was wrong... weird how I could forget that I was holding a sword, well, I wasn't right now, it was sticking out of my bag, so, I took the sword out, and gave it to Miles. I then jokingly say "Be careful with that thing, don't want to lose a limb, right?" Elena then heads inside, talking about how she didn't have anywhere to go, so I replied with "Well, you're always welcome here, Elena," I then add "Oh, right, and, those are kinda my step-parents. The purple wyvern is Berta, and the brown dragon is my dad, Brian," after that little bit, I add, this time speaking to Berta and my dad "Berta, Dad, that's Elena, and the slimy one is Miles, they're friends who are kinda helping me out on some sort of 'save the world' thing," they look back towards my friends and greet them, waiting for the others to sit down and start to eat so they can finish their food. I suppose this is what it feels like to go on a break during some life-threatening, save-the-world adventure. I wasn't gone for too long, and yet, I already kinda missed being at home. I eventually take my place at the table, making sure to close the door once Miles enters the house. I then take a plate, and put my food on it, waiting to eat, like the rest, just to make sure that everyone gets enough to eat.
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[Tony]

My teammates all poured on the threats, and Connor even admitted that he had no problem killing her, well, as well as Val. Looking around as if trying to find some means of escape, the wolf lady, apparently having come up with no practical solutions, she breaks, saying "Agh... fine, I suppose life is better than death. We're located in an old warehouse on the corner of what used to be fourth and L avenue. You can't miss it if you're heading south down fourth street, but, I warn you, there are a lot of us, and I'm one of the weaker admins," she told us everything... I guess the threat of death was more powerful than I gave it credit for, however, she knew, now. "Well, Connor, it seems like we got our information... what should we do with her? I mean, she knows where our base is now," I then ask, expressing our concern. The way I saw it, there were three possibilities. We could either build some sort of jail cell for her, kill her, or have her join our group. We couldn't simply let her leave, as she'd just shout about our group, where our base is, and how few of us there are, which worried me... thankfully, cellular phones didn't work anymore, so she'd probably have no means of communication with her teammates while in the cell, but we'd have to keep an eye on her if we didn't want her to escape, which would lead to the same scenario as if we just let her go. It wasn't like we could keep her under a death threat, while also releasing her, after all, none of us had any way to keep tabs on her if she left our sight.