[color=fff79a][b]Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia[/b][/color][hr]

Eh? Why was Mable getting excited? 

There was this growing horror that she might not be able to get out of delving the dark dangerous dungeon. Maybe not so much as the dark part, but it certainly was dangerous. And going back there immediately? That was far from what she wanted at the moment, not so soon after dangerous armadillos with large disemboweling claws. Had she been in her library, she'd start jumping up and out, just to get away from ever being pulled into that place again.

But she wasn't, and Evfimiia wasn't sure they'd survive if they were to sit around on their thumbs.

Coughing again to get Mable's attention, she spoke again.[color=fff79a] "Miia is fine. I understand our names are sometimes a mouthful for those unused to it."[/color]

Latching onto Mable's obvious difficulty in pronouncing her name, she diverted her attention to that instead. And speaking of names, she wondered what even the ot-

Without warning a bunch of scrolls started appearing one by one, the mark on her hand glowing and pulsing with every single scroll that appeared. Picking one up, she turned towards Liza, even as she continued reading the scroll. Again, it simply detailed what she was, and not who she was, with details like her measurements, height, weight and physical characteristics, while detailing nothing about how she thought, or even her history. Presumably there was one scroll for every one of them, judging from the number that appeared.

[color=fff79a]"Hmm, it appears my ability fires whenever my curiosity piques. This one."[/color] Miia handed a scroll to Liza. [color=fff79a]"is yours."[/color]

Perhaps with this unexpected but fortunate diversion, they would forget to take her with them?