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[color=#A84B5E]“I agree with Kazuki.”[/color] Rael stated as she leaned back in her chair casually as she tossed the apple she had been eating into a garbage can a few feet away.

Maybe it was the shared, practical Japanese way of thinking Rael, Benkei, and Kazuki had. Maybe it was just common sense to someone who was always about surviving in the game while pissing others off. Rael just knew that if wayfarers stood up to denizens the only thing that would happen would be double the graves. Thorinn wouldn’t even exist if they didn’t solve dungeons, but the denizens like the Queen gave them their patronage. It was what the dumb NPCs had said before.

[color=#A84B5E]“We’re in a shared ecosystem. That’s how they were describing it a few days ago, right?”[/color] Her eyes moved across the table before resting on Graves. [color=#A84B5E]“If we don’t seal dungeons, the cities get overran. If the cities get overran we have nowhere to rely on for safety and well, amenities. If we start a riot the only one you’re hurting is you. If you actually used your brain you’d see its really the only choice we have.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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Alja’s guilt and sorrow didn’t get lost on Dariel. 

He remembered the fear, though while he couldn’t relate to always thinking it’d be a cakewalk there had been other denizens who had thought so. Ones who thought it was just a fun adventure, hence the name, but were sadly mistaken. Kids whose bodies were buried. Some of them people he personally knew from his time in the village he grew up in. It was a dangerous vocation and it reminded people of it at the worst times, no matter if they were born in Aetheria or in the weird places wayfarers had mentioned. With the anxiety of not even being able to go home, plus the reality of the dangers of Aetheria finally rearing their head there was no reason Dariel couldn’t be sympathetic to their plight. He didn’t need to relate to it to understand it, after all.

The older man swerved a flagon of orange juice to the girl, nodding at what she had told him before he spoke again. 

[color=896f40]“Look kid, you didn’t fail anyone. Ain’t your fault you can’t go home or that you’re the only ones who seem to have this ability to fix dungeons. The gods gave you a bad set of dice. Best you can do is handle it as best as you can. You don’t have to weather the storm broken and alone.”[/color]



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