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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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[i]“We appear to be quite busy tonight.”[/i] The snow-haired girl mused as she made her way toward the guild’s loft where the main doors stood.

She had given Priscilica the wine pitcher she had asked for and has returned to the dining hall to try to talk to Leaves. It was odd to not hear Enos screaming as he fled from Priscilica or seeing Aaganim in the guildmaster’s room with Luci going over plans and membership lists. As amicable and unshaken as Shev [i]seemed[/i] to be, she was worried and the anxiety of two of her friends being gone was following her like a whisper in the dark. In her life she had lost a lot of people she cared about. By the time she was fifteen she had been to [i]twelve[/i] funerals. She was used to putting on a strong face when adversity looked her way, though it didn’t make it any easier to have to deal with it in-game as well. She had joined Pariah to escape the fatal, finality of life. 

She smiled wide, ignoring such anxieties. She was here to lift people up and as long as she still had the rest of her friends she could bear whatever the hacker willed upon her. She would not break.

As she entered the loft she open up the main doors as she did for the other two. She didn’t recognize these faces either.

[color=#5F9FC5]“Hi there. How can I help you?”[/color]

 





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