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When Digby posed his question, Torrent had been about to answer when the others handled it for her. She closed her mouth again, focusing on the trek.

This world really was beautiful, she decided. Even as something darted past them and the weird thing bounced off faster than she could run. She was mildly intrigued by the thing in the burrow, but she was captured by the water.

Rushing forward to the stream she started drinking greedily, trying to sate the torrential thirst and dryness that permeated her body. Once she'd had enough, now full and quenched, she made her way back to the group to catch the tail end of the conversation.

[Color=3684c0]"I agree. I have superior digging abilities now. Prefer stealth than a straight fight. Not repeating being blown up."[/color] she shuddered. [Color=3684c0]"Tell me where, and we can dig our own burrow. Also, two messages from the thing that brought us here."[/color]

She paused momentarily to watch Digby while she thought. As he finished his chanting she spoke again.

[Color=3684c0]"He said to stop praying to him, though I don't know who was trying to pray. I wanted answers. And when I died there it was like when we were born. Or when I was born. Whatever. And he spoke, saying we were chosen because we could become strong. For what it's worth."[/color]

She glanced back at the burrow warily, thinking. [Color=3684c0]"I only know killing. Sneaking and killing. I need to know more. I'll help people understand fireball if you'll help me learn to be better."[/color]