[h2]Phocas Amyntas[/h2]
Phocas gained a slight frown at the rabbit's denying of seeing any such dungeon, but his brow furrowed too, as she mentioned she had only been here for five minutes. His idea of this being the afterlife seemed to grow more prominent. Not that she'd be able to tell him, obviously. She probably wouldn't want to either, she was giving him the stink-eye and frankly he wasn't sure he should be a huge fan of her.

They stared at each other awkwardly for a bit before she queried him. Wondering why he wanted to know where dungeons were. [color=0054a6]"It doesn't matter now. I have a feeling I'm not on earth anymore... Were you beset upon by those monsters too? I think we may be dead honestly."[/color] He extrapolated. This would probably be a lot for her to take in, he was unsure if he ought to believe it either. But he and she had been taken away from wherever they came from to here, and since he was close to death just before, the theory check out. Teleportation was also an option, but Phoc knew of no form that didn't require some form of item, and a distinct sound. His hand traveled from his blade to his mask-covered chin.

[color=0054a6]"Or, maybe not. Where were you when you came here?"[/color] He asked her. [color=0054a6]"As said, I was being marauded by creatures. Those ones that descended from the sky."[/color] Maybe if they compared circumstances, something new ideas would pop up.

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