[h1][color=598527]Esailia Lelander[/color][/h1]
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Herded into the room along with everyone else the Guardian eyed everyone else warily, mostly towards the magi despite herself. It was rare to see any of them in light, and she wasn't allowed near them often. But she didn't have much time to gawk. Esailia kept her mouth shut throughout the explanation, her posture growing more and more tense as Gregory's goal became apparent. A mission far too dangerous even for the templar to handle...so who do they send? Disposable people. It was no mystery why she was pulled into this merry band. Doubtless the Empire was more than happy to be rid of a someone like her, but she wondered about the rest as the Ascended Templar was bragging about some sort of breaththrough, and this lapse in concentration was why she wasn't cut down for resisting right on the spot.

The injections were a surprise, but incentive not to escape this 'duty' wasn't. She rubbed her neck where she was injected, staring daggers at Gregory and, once permitted, spat "[b]I'll do my duty, Sir.[/b]" She smartly omitted some expletives her parents would be mortified to hear.