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Rael raised a brow as Seele reacted to her remark rather… neutrally. No shrill “oh my god” or anything of the matter. 

Perhaps it was due to things she had discovered herself that kept her mind occupied, or the suddent engagement of Graves and Benkei, or maybe Seele was used to Rael’s devil-may-care bluntness of retorts. It was a little amusing, but Rael was admittedly a bit tired. Staying up the entire night had its effects, certainly, and depending on the day itself she was going to have to find a way to adjust. A coffee from Iblenar would’ve solved a lot. Thorinn, or not, there had to be a coffee house somewhere to speak of. 

As she considered the thought she looked at Graves, [color=A84B5E]“You’re the one who went [i]inside[/i] the Rat King, not me.”[/color]

Rael looked back to Benkei, [color=A84B5E]“Yeah. Was a Dungeon underneath the City. So, it pretty much confirms our worst fears that dungeons can spawn anywhere. If we hadn’t cleared it, maybe the city would be having some kind of ratpocalypse right now. Dunno.”[/color] She shrugged, tempted to shiver at the thought, [color=A84B5E]“But it’s dealt with.”[/color]







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