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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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Was this dude serious?

How was she holding up? After everything and that’s what he came here to talk about? She sighed as an image of another man appeared before her in Graves’ place, her mind casting shadows of people she once knew. 

The damage done was pretty obvious. Luci had locked herself in the armory with only a denizen quartermaster as her sole company, doing god knows what to the poor man. Priscilica had seen it once before when the rumors started. Luci was all no-frills, but when she actually got hurt she either broke down or broke down so much she focused only on her gameplay. It wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism but Priscilica liked drinking so she wouldn’t ever be one to lecture someone about healthy ways of coping with their grief. 

Leaves was pretty broken down as well and had been so since the funeral, though Shev arriving half-awake in the morning dawn had helped. Frankly, Priscilica was happy that Shev took the news so evenly because she needed her as much as Leaves did. What the hell was she going to do with a catatonic Luci and two of the founding members ten feet in the ground? It was a harrowing question that filled her head with doubt. She was no leader. But she was the only choice, unless the members from Theremia wanted to leave the jagged north and join them here. Hell, Priscilica wondered if they should just shut down shop in Thorinn and go to Theremia under Tanako and Kirk’s leadership.

It was a thought at least, but for now Graves was before her. Asking her how she felt. His empathy seemed strange to her given his [i]lone wolf[/i] reputation, but then again it appeared he was traveling with Rael who had the same reputation. Was he leading a pack of lone wolves? 

Her confusion aside, she was happy to see them. They were capable people, though reaching out was the furthest thing she expected from them. She [i]had[/i] told them to stay together, so maybe they just listened to her suggestion. 

She finished her final glass of wine as she moved to answer the blood knight's question. [color=C4407A]“Pretty poorly. Luci’s not seeing anyone. Leaves’ is [i]quiet[/i]. Had Shev not showed up this morning, I don’t know how I’d handle this. I buried two friends last night and that... that isn't something that you can get over with a few bottles of wine.”[/color]

[color=#A84B5E]“Don’t think anyone expects it to be easy.”[/color]

[color=C4407A]“No kidding.”[/color] 

Rael was a lot less frigid than she remember as well. Had the harrowing experience made her drop the edgy thief-bitch persona? or was this another act? Even Priscilica wasn’t entirely sure.

[color=C4407A]“So, it looks like you two listened to my advice. About staying together. Good.”[/color] She looked to Rael and then back to Graves, [color=C4407A]“What about you and your people? Better than mine, I’d hope.”[/color]

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