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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][right][sub]City Streets, Thorinn[/sub][/right][/color][hr]
[color=#A84B5E]“Blah blah blah! I can’t even get some air without you chasing after me. You’re obsessed, tank-for-brains.”[/color] 

Rael raised a brow as she tossed an apple in the air before catching it with her right hand before taking a loud, quick bite from the fruit’s flesh. The red-haired girl had stopped at the giant statue that served as the town square’s centerpiece, staring at it before she noticed a fruit stand that had caused her hunger to spike. By the time she was heading back toward the town square and toward the tavern she saw Graves and the rest of her group poking their noses around as if she abandoned them. The sentiment amused her, but it also annoyed her. It wasn’t like she told her group she was done with them.

She took another bite from the apple, commenting again with a mouthful of food.

[color=#A84B5E]“See ya found Tif...”[/color] She looked over toward the people she did not recognize. [color=#A84B5E]“...and some extras.”[/color]

As her friends moved to respond she contemplated a few thoughts. Was Graves trying to put together another dungeon group? Was he that much out of his head? or was this an attempt to replace the people who had left or died? Was he that scared he was jumping to “safety in numbers”? She shrugged off the thought—maybe she was just being paranoid herself. After all, everyone in the group had been confronted with something they weren’t prepared for. Maybe, having some new faces was a good idea? If it wasn’t, she could just scare them off by being a “bitch” as Graves had taken to calling her. Seemed like a good enough conclusion as any.
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