Eve had stayed silent through the rest of the bickering, eyes level with the edge of the table, grateful that no one seemed to  have noticed the fire, or paid no heed. But still. There was no need to step into a fight that wasn't hers. Or at least wasn't hers right up until they were deposited in a dungeon that looked exactly the same as the room they'd been standing in, except for the rotting zombie staggering in one doorway. [color=ed1c24]"Gross"[/color] She muttered as it 'died' hoisting herself out of the chair and yet again tugging on her fingerless gloves. [color=ed1c24][i]I'm so doomed[/i][/color] she thought, having no idea how to go about using this power, and knowing that she really wasn't the best at fighting.

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