[h3]Narkissa Langdon[/h3]

No matter what Narkissa would have tried, the nature of the situation and the fact that she had dodged the voices earlier meant that any manner of greeting after that would be some degree of awkward. Compounding the fact was that immediately after popping out, she was stunned by the ethereal workers that were building a makeshift staircase up towards her. If it weren’t for the strangely reassuring Scottish voice from the closest to her, she would have had even heavier doubts about the group.

“Scottish? Now that’s a sight for sore eyes,” she muttered, before returning a greeting in a standard British accent. [b]“Narkissa. You’ll have to forgive my behavior… I just woke up to this, and I’m… still taking it all in. Speaking of which, what is that?”[/b] She pointed at the disappearing specters, and the now completed makeshift staircase. 

Although she still remained suspicious of them, now that the stairs were completed, there was actually some room to maneuver. She stepped down towards the group, magic tome in hand—already she had learned quite a bit in the first few pages.

She still had many questions for the others –where did they come from and who they were, for example—but the strange cat-eared girl answered the first question straightforwardly without any prompting. [b]“I see… and that fellow?”[/b] she thumbed with her free hand towards Malphas, the only person that had ignored her thus far. 

Further questioning was stopped by Leannah’s exclamation. [b]“Something dangerous? I don’t have a weapon…”[/b] Now that she was downstairs, it was clear that she was the only person that remained unarmed, despite the shoddy quality of the others’ armaments. Realizing this, she didn’t wait for a response and began to look around for the closest weapon—but at the same time, idly went through the motions for a spell, curious if she could do so. 


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