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[b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 530(+1)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 2[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]////////////////////[/color] (22/20)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky (desert): Vah Naboris at Lakeside
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With a final thundercrack of deterring lightning the pursuers were seen off, and the escapees were allowed to board Vah Naboris in relative safety. As soon as they were, Midna pulled it up and made the titanic stone beast trot away as fast as it could, leaving the pursuers, who fortunately did not figure out its weakness, in the dust.

[color=Aquamarine]”Well, that’s that. We’re safe,”[/color] Midna announced, though she kept a mental eye on the remaining lapdogs, just in case they turned out to be a persistent kind of hunters. Overall, things had gone rather well. They’d gotten in, liberated a competent looking gang of mercenaries, and gotten out without a search. Despite this, part of Midna’s mind disliked the hands off, some might even say dishonorable, way she’d participated in the fight. Or more that she’d hardly participated at all. Which is why she practically lept at the suggestion that they go help the Thieves.

[color=Aquamarine]”Then we ride for the pyramid!”[/color] She replied to the suggestion, then caught herself, coughed and then said more levelly [color=Aquamarine]”Primrose went in to check on them before your, ah, negotiations broke down. Might be good to check on her.”[/color] Midna’s concern came off as forcibly offhanded, the impish princess looking away and raising a palm as she did so, before turning her gaze back to the newcomers.

[color=Aquamarine]”So. Who are you all anyway? I’m Midna, the Princess of the realm of Twilight by the way”[/color] She introduced herself as she settled down on a the pile of gears and other things Sectonia had found, lounging regally on it as she examined the people that they, or rather the others, had risked life and limb to free. There was the dwarf, of course, and joining him was a cute young crossbow wielding girl who Tora was getting all flustered over. In sharp contrast to her was an incredibly muscular and handsomely mustached giant of a man who was carrying nothing but a massive shield and wearing practically nothing above the waist. Midna found herself biting her lip as she admired his bare muscled chest before forcing herself to move on before she made a fool of herself like Tora had.

Finally there was the heavy set heavy weapon and finger gun wielding bald man who’d been instrumental to getting the group out and a bespectacled gentleman (who stood out among the other men they’d picked up as being the only one with hair on his scalp) who’d fixed up the whole squad with an odd set of contraptions contraption he carried and wore on his back. That had solved the team’s earlier issue about needing a healer, Midna noted, but did make freeing the newcomers a problem for later. They’d figure it out, Midna was sure, though she made a mental note to ask about how working with those under the influence worked in a more subtle way than Tora had suggested hearting them.

[color=Aquamarine]”and what are you hoping to get out of this?”[/color] she also asked, both genuinely curious and wanting to separate the wheat that would be useful to the cause from the chaff that had its own goals and aims in mind.