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As Eaudenil agreed to Alex’s question, Rael took another bite of the apple. [color=#A84B5E]“A business proposition, huh.”[/color]

Rael didn’t even realize Graves could come up with ideas. Planning an attack pattern was something she had seen him do, sure, but how long had Graves sat in the tavern mulling over nothing? Honestly, she was surprised. The redhead looked over to the newcomers, brow raised. They had lost a controller-type and a healer-type since they went into the dungeon and their little motley assortment of characters really needed new, able-bodied people who could handle themselves; people who could fill the little hole their group now had. Could these guys fit that need?

[color=#A84B5E]“So do you three suck or are you actually useful? Just gotta make sure you're worth having around.”[/color]

Rael didn’t mean to come off as harsh as she did, but in a dog-eat-dog world they really couldn’t accommodate dead weight and pretend to be nice. 








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