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FF5353

	To say that Magnus' face was one of shock wouldn't do justice to the impressive all-time record he set for how low his jaw could hang as the holstaur described that the horse was the "lover" that Jeb had spoken of. Did...did that mean he kissed his horse? Was he going to have kids with it? He could certainly see someone taking great pride in that horse though, given that it was exceptionally well groomed and fit. It could very clearly be a racing horse of some kind, or just a stallion intended for breeding with other horses...but still, THE HORSE!? 

[color=FF5353][b]"E-Err...well, um...I-If you're sure that this is his "lover", then...I suppose it'd be best for me to go get him from his farm. I'm a bit too big to ride a horse to begin with. Thank you though, ma'am! I-I'm sure he'll be happy to have Sally returned to him. Do you mind keeping her here a while longer? I'd just be a few hours,"[/b][/color] the minotaur said, saying something that sounded relatively impossible, given the distance from here to Ambran on foot. But, he seemed physically fit, and could probably be back at Boreal before nightfall at the latest, though how he'd get Jeb there at the same time was a mystery. Taking note that his partner had been gone for a while, Magnus timidly asked: [color=FF5353][b]"T-That um...Salamander...s-she wouldn't...hurt anybody too bad, right?"[/b][/color]

He'd feel awful if a new adventurer got themselves hurt...or worse under his watch. Now he was starting to worry.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9

	For Nephele, the request at hand was one that made sense, and hearkened to her own heritage, given that her mother sought to shelter the town she would grow to protect within the fog. A soft sigh escaped Nephele's lips before she nodded, smiling slightly at Felipe as he gave his rallying speech to the relatively filled bar, with his men all around. Her expression softened ever so slightly as she grabbed the mug of ale in her claws, raising her mug to clank against his.

[color=A9A9A9][b]"I'm with you."[/b][/color] Nephele said, before CHUGGING her ale, and then forcefully slamming it back down on the table, just enough to make the table rattle, but not going all out to break it. Even as a weaker dragon, any monstergirl probably had enough strength to smash a table apart if they really meant to. Wiping the foam from around her lips, Nephele relaxed a smidge. [color=A9A9A9][b]"So, what is your plan, then? If need be I can have this entire town covered in fog within an hour.[/b][/color] she would say as she traced the rim of her mug with her left index claw. 

[color=A9A9A9][b]"And, how broken do you want the Varjans to be?"[/b]
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[Liberation, at Any Price]