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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

What passed itself for a clerk merely smiled, lips moving with a countenance like origami paper shifting into place, an inhuman but serviceable gesture that nonetheless set off Suparna's sense for the uncanny valley. Perhaps it was her time in the Oblivion Dungeon or Diana's own obliviousness that left her the only one perturbed in this bizarre temple to Death. From beneath the hood her eyes seemed to pass through them, observing every individual maggot and the dragon beside it with something akin to amusement. 

[color=orangered]"Oh yes, adventure."[/color] Suparna said with a start, jolted by the silence in Diana's wake to speak up. [color=orangered]"I'm still new to this sword craft and I, well, kind of need some corpses-"[/color]

[color=gray]"For Necromancy?"[/color] The Clerk cut in with a terse frown, her town betraying a flicker of displeasure.

[color=orangered]"No no no no! I'm not touching anyone's soul, I just need the meat and bone, all the locomotion is on me, I swear!"[/color] The Queen of Carrion was quick to assuage the clerks ire, and continued as she settled back into that unerringly precise rigor of mirth. [color=orangered]"My friend here is amazing, and since I'd lost my last one, I thought I could find something strong like her to replace it. Maybe a dead dragon whose corpse I can take off the battlefield?"[/color]


[color=gray]"Hmm, I'm afraid to tell you it won't be that simple. Claiming trophies is part and parcel for the people here, but scavenging the kills of others is not something we can condone. Marianne may not busy herself with the desecration of the deceased, but those who rightly worship her may take offense on these lands. However, if you insist upon hunting the kin of your compatriot,"[/color]  The clerk said, gesturing back the way they came, [color=gray]"then the both of you shall find what you seek when you descend from this lofty pillar and trek across the wastes. Go straight forth an do not waver, and you shall come upon a kindred spire. What you seek may be found along such a path, should you survive."[/color]

[color=orangered]"Hmm, uh huh. Okay, I think that's all the directions we need, let's go now."[/color] Suparna said with haste, grabbing the dragon girl's arm and tugging her out of the building with strength born from her well honed fight-or-flight response. It felt vindicated as she glanced back form the threshold and say not hide nor hair of the clerk, not even the desk she sat at, and found her hands tighten around Diana all the tighter. [color=orangered]"Next time, we ask the drunks for directions."[/color]

Looking in either direction of the flow of foot traffic, she opted for the one sloping downwards and tugged at the dragon, her hand sliding down Diana's arm to pull upon her hand as the tension of the temple faded from her system. [color=orangered]"Come on, the exit shouldn't be too hard to find once we get to the bottom."[/color]