[h3][color=moccasin]Ethra[/color][/h3]
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It was always difficult to determine what emotion a bagoyép was experiencing just by looking at their face. Zero expression-making abilities was a bit of a hindrance at times. Suffice to say, no one could tell what Ethra was experiencing at this exact moment - heart-spurring fear. She reared her head back as the warlock flew in through the open window, raising her hand to her chest beneath her cloak.

Neither she nor Griffin said a word as the warlock stood there before the two, awaiting a reaction. Once Ethra took a second to calm herself from the surprise, she finally provided a response.

“You…” She said, a little weakly, “Must be our third?”