“I’ll keep that in mind, then,” Dawn said wryly. The line about a potential “fuck cult” saw the corner of her lip perk up, and “All-Daddy” had her give a decidedly undignified snort in spite of herself. “I have to say, out of those two options, I’d, ah, I’d probably prefer to be sacrificed, myself. Keep my dignity intact, at least.” 

Her brow rose slightly at Maeve’s half-mumbled comment, and she turned to see a blonde, rather athletic woman stroll in. Dawn’s eyes quickly landed on the sword strapped to her back, then came to fall on the knives at her hips. For a moment, Dawn found herself wondering if the Blessed were planning to throw them into a fight right off the bat, and had simply neglected to tell her. A somewhat curious glance from the man at the door told her otherwise, thankfully.

“If I had to pick between the two, I still have to say that I’d opt for the sacrifice. So, uh, I guess that I’m casting my bet in that side of the pool, then.” Dawn turned more fully to Silvarae, then, and gave a brief nod and a smile. 

“I’m Dawn. By the way. It’s nice to meet you, Zero." 

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