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Alja felt dirty.

And not just because of the unpleasant sewer water that she was wading through, though it [i]certainly[/i] didn't help. No, Alja was in a bit of a bad temper—though she did her best to hide it—because despite being one of the few able to do the job, despite probably being one of the [i]best[/i] at it because of how face-tank she was with her armor and tanking magic (a little more reliable than a dodge tank in the new, terrifying meta where a single lucky shot could take them ouot, she thought), despite truly, honestly wanting to protect people...she was too scared to go back into a dungeon. Someone [i]else[/i] was doing it. Someone better than her. 

But no point dwelling on it. So she laughed as best she could as they pummeled their way through the rats. Glacier Chain had a [i]lot[/i] of rodent blood on it by now, and that did nothing to help her spirits. She couldn't help but feel that she was really, honestly killing living things now, and she didn't much like it.

Kalie spoke from behind her. Repairing armor, hmm?

She threw an appraising glance at each member of her party. Graves was wearing...oh, what was it called? Laminar armor? She couldn't quite recall. Leather (she thought) and metal plates. Lighter stuff. Kalie had full leather, of course. Rael had...well, something. At a glance, she couldn't quite tell how much of it was metal, how heavy it was. She was agility based, though, so probably lighter? She nodded to herself. If she could get access to a forge, at the very least, she could help Graves maintain or replace. And herself, of course, and probably Benkei. Weapons too. The rest was more up in the air.

[color=#A84B5E]“More corridors. Still no nest.”[/color]

"[color=d1fffc]Still, if there are this many here, and this much rat shit, we gotta be closin' in on it, right? Can't be too far.[/color]"

With a sigh, she slid her flail back into the loop on her back where she put it out of combat and grimaced as she rolled her shoulders. Something new had begun, with her using Glacier Chain so much in a post-glitch environment for the first time. In Arkaanus' dungeon, she'd been magically exhausted. But now, her arms were starting to burn after a couple hours hefting the massive flail. Stretching them above her head, she grumbled good-naturedly. "[color=d1fffc]Man, I'm gonna be stiff as hell tonight.[/color]"