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[color=FFE4E1]"I'm betting that's what we see at night, when we look out in the direction of the Ruins and see the glowing stuff,"[/color] Cecilia replied, enjoying her moment of reprieve. [color=FFE4E1]"And looks like you shoulda brought a mountain goat rather than a horse, neh?"[/color]

Still, she appreciated Arte's sentiment, if nothing else. Locke, on the other hand, looked as if he was actually dying. Dude really had a way with words, didn't he? Almost as if fate conspired against him to ruin every witty joke or dramatic one-liner he had in stock. Slapping the fairy-summoner on the back, Cecilia pushed her waterskin up against his lips. [color=FFE4E1]"Drink up, Locke. We've reached the finish line, but we still gotta get back afterwards. Watch our backs, please~"[/color]

With that, the overt Spellblade and the covert necromancer strode up towards the tower, ready to make their ascent. Between double-jumping and the amount of magic they both had, it should be a safe enough trip, if nothing else changed.

If.