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[indent][indent][hr][center][color=goldenrod]• [b]The Eoldysseus[/b] - [b][i] Ifrise Forest[/i][/b], [b][i]Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/i][/b] •[/color]
[sub][/sub][/center][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=daa520]"It's not like it could hurt. I mean, the krovar is dead, so that should make it okay to eat, right?"[/color]

Even though he seemed justified in his question, there had to be apart of him that knew what Pythia was saying was the absolute truth. Then again, in the time he's known the group, Pythia has seemed to have it out for Zestasia, so she could be pulling a prank on him. Feeding him false information so he would starve to death. Or if she wasn't and what he held in his hand was truly poisonous to consume and whatever black magic remained, then Zestasia was the idiot here and delayed what he had to assume was a very important conversation with the group.

[color=daa520]"I--"[/color] Just as he was about to speak, Etoile said something about dying and his eyes glanced at the filet and he immediately chucked it into the forest. Like the flicker of fire, Zestasia realized the errors of his ways. [color=daa520]"No way am I dying cause of some meat!"[/color] He declared, shaking his head. 

Zestasia waited for a few moments and when there was no response, he felt like someone had punched him in the gut, so he deeply sighed and remained where he was, looking between Etoile and Pythia, seeing them share intense gazes. He might've missed some things in the midst of his own self-decisions about not dying, so he was following the conversation that much. He knew it had to do with Pythia's sword because of how Etoile was looking at it.

[color=daa520]"[i]How interesting[/i],"[/color] Zestasia murmured, watching the two ladies.
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