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[indent][color=A84B5E]“We’re going to need everyone to be able to fight. We need to force our way out of this dungeon and back to Thorinn.”[/color] Rael commented, her composure after Graves’ gesture slightly returning back to normal. 

Though, if by some miracle Graves got this group of crybabies back to Thorinn? What was going to happen? This wasn’t some anime from the twenty-first century where everything was going to be hunky dory in no time flat. The relationship between Dungeons, Wayfarers, and Denizens was a tight one—and if one of those factors, such as wayfarers, were to be taken out of the equation it was only going to result in problems.   How would wayfarers adjust now that death was unavoidable? How would dungeons and the hordes of monsters be stopped if wayfarers dropped to their knees in fear of their own fragility?  Rael was sure her profession would survive, but she had an inkling that this wasn’t just a one-stop fix. She felt it was a [i]domino[/i].[/indent]