Raising an eye, Maribel sipped at her “juice” as she heard the old man speak to them all. So then, the rumors of an undead army growing in force was true? Well, what better to combat the undead than another undead? When the old man had finished giving his speech, he directed all of their attentions over to the first young man who had arrived who went by Merlin.

Not wanting to waste any more time, the young girl finished her cup of red liquid before moving out of her seat. She walked calmly over to this Merlin and stood before him. Her eyes narrowed, searching him intently, before she blinked and bowed slightly.

[color=6ecff6]“So you are Merlin, yes? It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Maribel and I was drinking juice a few seconds ago,”[/color] she continued to insist. [color=6ecff6]“So we’re supposed to talk to you about…what now? I take it you’re going to become our inevitable fearless leader, right?”[/color]

She did frown to herself to the loud transactions of a certain red-headed woman, noting that the other occupants seemed to think the same thing. Still, she didn’t want to be rude and tell the woman to quiet down. So she settled for only crossing her arms and directing all of her focus onto the young man sitting right before her.

[color=6ecff6]“Ignore them. Please, tell me what I’m supposed to hear.”[/color]