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[color=yellow]"What?"[/color] Apia was taken aback, offended a fair bit by this... this... what was he even? He reminded her of Rufus but more carnival demon reject as opposed to Eldritch horror. Either way, it was a bit unnerving to hear his sinewy voice as he explained what might happen to Apia should she fail to prove herself on a battlefield. Was she going to rot like the lesser demons? That was a question in itself. What dictated lesser demon? Apia had heard rumors of a frog puppet respawning multiple times despite being near-useless. Did she have to actually BE useless in order to be left behind? She wasn't useless... was she?

Nevertheless, the bee regained her composure as she stood up and turned her head away from the man out of annoyance. One question for him lingered in her head, however. [color=yellow]"Why are you informing me of this?"[/color]