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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=F9FF22]“Can you please get me something to drink? Uh, and something to eat, please.”[/color]

Serving at the bar, the older gentleman blinked at the young girl. Pretty as she was, appeared she had lost her manners as much as she had lost her sense.

[color=896f40]“Sorry. I’ve never heard of [i]something[/i]. Can’t say it’s on the menu.”[/color]

It was a weird sensation being able to breathe again. He wasn’t sure if the wayfarers had finally weakened some kind of weird dungeon magic but for the last day he had finally felt like himself again, like everything before had prevented him from being himself for the last year. It was a horrible, tugging feeling and from what he could tell from his wait staff the feeling was pretty universal among all denizens. As a former adventurer in his youth [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805661863656030228/806683814214369280/3b2ebc4fcbf4000087752459608d2e0b.png]Dariel Yaleioric[/url] had seen a number of things, but never things so powerful and unexplainable. It almost made the weird wayfarer behavior even stranger. Dungeons were strange things and even the best magical-whoevers in Iblenar didn’t understand how it all worked. Striga Magic. Gods, he hated Striga magic.

At the end of the day, all Dariel cared about was being himself again. It felt good to be a sarcastic asshole again. 

He chuckled before she could respond, [color=896f40]“If you’re not too picky, lady, I got some gruel with your name on it. Though I figure you’d want something, I don’t know, more edible? You want some eggs or flatcakes? I make a mean batch. Trust me, I am a [i]god[/i] in this kitchen.”[/color]

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[color=gray][sub][right][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=tan]“I need to be in Iblenar. That’s where all the good libraries are.”[/color] The brown-haired girl muttered under her breath at her corner table on the first floor of the Laughing Worg Tavern.

The Guild of Acquisitions had pointed her to a public library fairly early into the morning, though a public library appeared to be all the perils of non-digital archives back home including an immense lack of high quality material, or at least not the quality material of what she was looking for.

There were tons of contemporary literature and tomes detailing the history and tribulations of the City of Thorinn. But what Sif had been looking for was practical and magical knowledge. She was no healer, but the little medical texts she could find available covered the basic fundamentals that she already had a baseline idea about. Why couldn’t Kazuki’s magic work on Aaganim when he arrived? He had crushed by the demon only moments prior so he hadn’t exactly “flatlined”. So why did it happen? Hopefully, Thorinn would have the information she needed to make some sort of hypothesis. So far she had checked out four books from the library in Thorinn—a beginning adventurer’s guide, an atlas, a medical text on physiology, and an encyclopedia of southwestern culture. They were all basic things, but she wasn’t going to find entire treatises on magic or the advanced study of dungeons on a whim in a city that was devoted to primordial magic.

She sighed, thinking to her cousin who had introduced the game to her. A full-bodied role-player. A walking codex. She wondered if she had been logged in during the glitch and if she was still alive. 

Ignoring her own anxieties, she looked up upon the sound of more people entering the tavern. Benkei and Kazuki; though it looked more like Kazuki and Benkei instead. It was weird as the impression she got of Benkei was that he was the leader. He was probably still reeling from his seizure. That’s what Sif thought it had been when she rushed over with Kazuki in the dungeon as they rushed to stabilize him. She wondered if she should say something. He looked better, albeit a little pale.

Siegfried hadn’t taken the losses well either, though he compounded rage instead of anxiety and dread. She wasn’t sure when he finally passed out. He had been still awake when she woke up around the crack of dawn so she didn’t expect him for a few more hours.

As he caught her eye she let out a friendly wave. Kazuki seemed to be going toward a table on the opposite end of the tavern floor. 
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