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	Hilde looked up to the satyr. She had never seen one before, and never thought one would be o big. She would have thought that they would be smaller in stature, but here Kistal was and she only came up to his chest. Granted, she wasn't nearly the tallest in the family, being practically dwarfed by her father. She cleared her throat when she realized she was staring at him for a moment. "Im uh, sorry about that," she chuckled with a smile, "Right, the attack. Madame Valia is the dance master here in Kalla. She would teach dancing for entertainment and ceremonies. Well, Recently she was found in her home after being attacked. They haven't been able to identify the bodies beyond someone mentioning the name 'Calabris', but that's odd. Isn't that a family in Portea? Some think that the recent disappearances of her students may be linked to this as well... Valia is over in the Oracle's Temple, just next to us. A few Red Saints from Portea were luckily in town to help heal her wounds. If they weren't here, we don't think she would have been able to dance again."

	Allard took the payment and Kistal's used dishes and started cleaning them. "Hmmm... Calibris, eh? Can't say I've ever heard any good about them from any travelers. If they are looking for a fight, this is tha wrong town ta do it." WHen he finished cleaning the dishes at hand, he gathered them and took them to the back so put them away. Hilde sighed as she watched her father go to the back and took a seat in one of the stools. "The chief is mentioning putting together a group of volunteers to go look for the missing girls," she mentioned sounding a little crestfallen. Truth be told, she wanted to go help search, as she was a guard, even though she is kept at the temple exclusively. She felt like she should help more than what she does, but she also knew her father wouldn't want her to, proven by him wanting her to stay. She folded her legs under the stool chair as she sat, thinking about ways she may be able to tell her father she wanted to go, but not seeing any way that would happen.

[@Lotrix Molick]