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[color=gray][i]interacting with [b]Vazheera Shadowsun[/b] [sub][@Rithy][/sub][/i][/color][/center]


Judging by the mannerisms of the dark elf, she seemed like a goofy, comical individual that really contrasted the stereotypical elf, whether it be wood elf, dark elf, or high elf. Even for Siella, it seemed as if her personality could, already, be taken as mildly overbearing, should she choose to continue as her ally. Siella liked to work with companions that offered much more compatible characteristics and fighting style, but perhaps this ally wasn't a choice that she would have to make. With her suggestion of knowing of Dantel's whereabouts, she figured she would broaden her horizons and trust in this, hoping that it would lead to success.

Siella quirked a brow at Vazheera's statement and quick action of punting the gnome in their direction. With a quick swoop, she was soon found falling from a fifty-foot drop, panicking to figure out a way to land properly. Siella's eyes narrowed as she focused on her spell, her blue eyes taking on a glimmering, golden glow as a strong shield developed around them. The fall felt longer for Siella since she was conjuring up a shield that would properly take the majority of the fall for them. The formation of the shield grew brighter and more opaque by the second, sending out an increasingly clamorous sound to ensure that the magic was increasing in power. As the two finally met the ground, the golden shield shattered like glass into thick shards that would quickly dissipate into thin air -- the two would still endure a rather rough fall.

Siella rolled across the ground, but quickly got back up to her feet and gathered herself. Panting, primarily from the anxiety of the sudden action than magical exhaustion, she would move to meet Vazheera where she landed, [color=ABD9B3]"If you know where Dantel is -- then take me to him."[/color] She spoke sternly.