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Pythia wasn't thrilled about the blonde woman's suggestion to share their names with one another. It would be foolish to admit your name, especially once they were out of the woods and everyone could start thinking with their own selfish intentions in mind. There was a line between trusting them with the admittance they were all maleficarum and explaining who they were. But maybe it was a byproduct of her own paranoia given her particular state of birth. Not that anybody around her had heard her name, inquisitor or otherwise. When her mother gave birth to her it was in an isolated conclave. The inquisitors only knew that she was a princess of Iquenos and bore the sword of Judas in recognition of that fact.

She sighed heavily as she begrudingly realized she would have to give them her name, though she did regret not coming up with an assumed idenity sooner. Her trueborn name would have to do. She'd rather not be called "Little Red" for the rest of their venture.

[color=E3485D]“Pythia.”[/color] 
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