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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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[color=#5F9FC5]“Graves?”[/color] The girl with white hair paused for a moment before recalling the names of the spear-toting girl and the taller man who had accompanied her. Her head was full of so much, so new names were something that had not stuck just yet. [color=#5F9FC5]“Ah. Right. He is with Priscilica. Please come in.”[/color]

She looked at the man before him. Lanky. He didn’t introduce himself at the door and he seemed somewhat on edge, but not enough that it showed too strongly. She wondered if he was from yesterday’s [i]venture[/i] like Graves and Rael had been. People who had helped Priscilica and Luci clear the dungeon in spite of the terrible odds that they had been dealt. She wondered how all of them had felt, specifically those who had no real connection with Aaginim or Enos. Still, it was a harrowing experience, at least, so she imagined. She would not known how she would have reacted if Leaves had been lost in the escapade. Would she have blamed them? Would she had turned them away?  

She smiled looking at the two of them before her. There was no need to speculate. [color=#5F9FC5]“I’m quite surprised that we’re getting so many visitors. Have you been friends with Graves long?”[/color]




 





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