[color=662d91][h3]Mair Branwenn[/h3][/color]

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Mair listens to the girl, a slight frown on her face. She chews her bottom lip as she leans against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. However... Strange... The girl's story was, something was screaming at her that it was all true. The desperation and concern in her voice is enough to sway Mair, however... She still wasn't sure exactly what it was they would be doing. Mair wasn't a stranger to the supernatural, however, she had always scoffed at the people who thought spells and magic would solve their problems and here she was, about to help a girl perform one.

As the girl finishes speaking, Mair eyes the others with a hint of suspicion. For the most part, people seemed as confused as she felt which gave her a little bit of reassurance. Her gaze moves back to Lily. The girl really seemed to know what she was talking about, so... Either she was right, or she belonged in the mental asylum. Either way, Mair felt confident that nothing crazy would happen. For the most part, her story made sense, in a rather strange way. Plus, it was the weekend. She didn't have plans anyway, so why not go cast spells with strangers?

[color=662d91]"I'm in."[/color] Mair replies simply, speaking loud enough to be heard from where she stood but not annoyingly so. [color=662d91]"You just tell us what we need to do."[/color]