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oh, it can... She can talk, of course she can talk. He notices a similar cautionary glance around to room to the one he had made upon arriving, James feeling a small ping of sympathy in the back of his mind, she clearly didn't want to be here any more then he did. Running a hand though his dusty brown hair James learnt down and started collecting the vials. The pink liquid inside had an unusual consistency that made it hard for him to figure out what they where made off, clearly something that had transformative properties that could only be found or made on this planet. 

[color=a36209]"Pairu?"[/color] The young scholar attempts to repeat butchering the name in the process [color=a36209]"I can't say I'm familiar with it"[/color] he whispers placing the last of the vials in the bag and standing for the bridal march.