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[b]Firelit Alcove[/b]

Piper blinked. The description Theresa gave was more or less accurate to what she could remember of the attack. 

“They were definitely tall, awkward, and had a weird head, but beyond that I couldn’t really see anything. I don’t think it had any tentacles, though, and any sort of bruises it could have given me would have been healed by the restorative anyway,” She said. It sounded like these two had seen the things that had attacked her before. Perhaps they knew some more about them.

“The things that had attacked us, they attacked during the night. Chumi sensed reasonably powerful magic coming from them, but it shouldn’t have been enough to block his attacks. They moved towards us with a sort of swagger, as though they knew we were helpless against them and they liked that. I could feel this really powerful sense of hatred and disdain coming from them, like they felt we were unclean and should be removed from their sight,” she finished. She wasn’t entirely comfortable giving up this much information, but it could prove critical to gain more information on them, in case she ran into them again. Thinking back on it, her reaction to them was utterly humiliating.

She considered Theresa’s other words, too. So the dragon wasn’t actually her servant- That made her a good deal more fearful of him. Obviously, she could probably defend herself against him, but she had no way to actually, well, fight back. Dragonhide was notoriously impervious to most elemental magics. Perhaps given Chumi’s help she could beat him, but without him, her only option was to flee. The best option was to make sure it never came to that. She grimaced internally, but resolved to ask Ben his story as well. False liking was better than not at all. Even towards a lizard.

“So, um, what about you, Ben? Where’d you come from?” she asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible, despite not actually wanting anything to do with a thieving lizard giant.