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Rael rolled her eyes.

The only person with any amount of confidence was the [i]idiot[/i] who had boasted about how he had traveled the lands of Pariah. Apparently, he was some kind of frost knight, a role that the red-haired girl thought was amusing. Losing Redsky had cut a good portion of her parties DPS short and as one of two tanks she understood the basic concept that they just needed more damage going forward. Her eyes ran across the three of them another time, looking at their equipment and weapons. The boy was an archer of some kind and the girl, as meek as she seemed, wielded a longsword and heater shield with vague promises of being able to control the battlefield. Their group used to have people like them. Was Graves seeking to literally replace who they lost or was them fitting similar molds an ironic coincidence? 

[color=#A84B5E]“Everyone gets equal share of the loot. We won't survive otherwise.”[/color] She commented, unexpectedly, as she turned from the three and passed by Graves as she tossed the apple in a nearby trashbin on the street corner. [color=#A84B5E]“Guess we'll take you in for a test run, then.”[/color]

[color=#A84B5E]“So, what's this idea you and Tess figured out, anyway? Must be good if you want to play daddy with some extras.”[/color]
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