[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi4wMDAwMDAuVkdWdWMybHZibk0uMA/xirwena.regular.png[/img][/center] [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] [hr] Priscilica nodded, [color=C4407A]“I’ll let you kn—”[/color] The sound of shuffling in the hallways outside became apparent. The sound of the main doors being opened, what sounded like Luci’s voice followed by footsteps going upstairs. She couldn’t say she expected Luci to be done getting her anxiety out of her system through her training regimen, but she also didn’t expect to hear what sounded like Shev talking to someone else. Was the voice Kazuki’s? Of all the people she expected him to be the [i]last[/i] person to show up in the guild hall. But she didn’t expect Graves or Rael to be so accommodating and helpful. Maybe she had all of these people marked wrong. Rael turned her head toward the door as she crossed her arms. She hadn’t chose to sit down in the guildmaster’s study as she hoped, though she did take a drink. Only a single one, but after alcohol having noticeable effects she imagined she just wanted to keep her wits about her. Before she could address Graves with a task that she could suggest it became clear that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her as a knock on her door followed by Shev’s voice became clear that Kazuki had showed up looking for Graves. She thought Benkei had sent Graves to Mystic about offering help, but here Kazuki was looking for him? She eyed the girl. It was clear her earlier comment was a deflection. She didn’t decide to comment on it. [color=#5F9FC5]“Graves? Kazuki is here looking for you. I’ve told him to wait in the common area with Seele, it’s the room with the shield on the wall.”[/color] Priscilica waved the two of them off, not calling them out on not telling her everything. Something had happened and it wasn’t her business. [color=C4407A]“I’ll be here if you need me. Get it over with.”[/color] [color=2E2C2C]- - - -[/color] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjE5OC5EMkI0OEMuVTJsbS4w/creattion-demo.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=gray][sub][right][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color] [hr] [color=tan]“I don’t think you need to worry. They’ll be back.”[/color] Sif had approached the group, leaving most of her books and planning to her table in the corner. She smiled with a sense of relief now that the group was less keen on reaching for each other’s throats. She eyed the group carefully before trying to figure out the best way to change the topic for the better. Anxieties were still high and with the NPCs able to keep her brother, and really any player in line. She felt some ease knowing that. She admitted she hadn’t felt safe since the glitch’s announcement so the fact there was some kind of checks and balances in place helped. She was smaller, physically weak. Her brother was loud and in a place like this could very well get hurt when tempers flared. There were so many factors she hadn’t considered. [color=tan]“Families fight sometimes. Doesn’t stop them from being family.”[/color] She commented, alluding to the group as a family. After all, having been through a harrowing experience basically made them the only family they knew outside of any siblings or cousins they knew who played the game. [color=tan]“I think the best we can do is just wait and figure out things here.”[/color] She looked to Benkei, [color=tan]“Especially now that… the denizens are playing by our rules. That’s a factor I hadn’t considered.”[/color] The taller man at the counter laughed, overhearing their conversation; proving Sif's concerns. [color=896f40]“Not sure what that’s supposed to mean, girlie. Us denizens have just been too busy to deal with your bullshit while you stopped the dungeons. It’s like… Arie what’s the word for things that are in a thing and need each other?”[/color] The silver-haired girl from before held her hands behind her back in the bartender's direction. [color=#169B93]“A shared ecosystem.”[/color] [color=896f40]“Yeah. That’s the thing. We’re all in this together.”[/color] He paused, before moving into a big tooth grin from behind the counter. [color=896f40]“And speaking of together... fighting kicks up a big appetite. Would you kids like some flatcakes?”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent]