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[hr][color=gray]  • Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ •[/color][hr][/center]
[indent][color=A84B5E][i]I knew she was weak. Typical.[/i][/color]

The thought crossed Rael’s mind as her tongue pushed into her upper teeth—Graves’ gesture had already annoyed her, so Elian’s comments about her age and intelligence weren’t exactly the best things to hear. She considered what it would be like to punch Elian in the throat, but she knew that kind of behavior just would prove her right about her being a stupid, impulsive brat. Rael knew that taking out their central healer, no matter how self-righteous and scared she was, would be a recipe for disaster. She could see Graves’ raise his brows as Elian gave her tongue lashing and his body language shift due to recognizing the red-haired rogue’s own mood. Rael mused that he was probably surprised she didn’t outright attack the healer for her words.

It was weird how fighting in a dungeon made people understand each other, or at least some of them.

[color=A84B5E]“I don’t exactly intend on getting killed, so it’d be great if none of us do anything stupid. I’m not risking my neck for people for my own amusement, ya’know.”[/color] She commented, her words uttered as if the bulk of Elian’s antagonistic jabs had been entirely ignored. It was then that Rael moved to address Graves.[color=A84B5E]“So, are we ready or what?”[/color][/indent]