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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=DD9C00][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=tan]“We don’t know if they are dead. We know they are missing.”[/color] 

As Sif explained Seele’s investigation was into missing people rather than murdered people, Siegfried could feel a rot in his gut rise up. Siegfried wasn’t the smartest person in the group, no, but he wasn’t a complete idiot; he could do basic math. Seele was talking about using Graves’ bloodhound instincts to track her down once she willingly used herself as bait. It was a risky, stupid move. What if the rest of them couldn’t stop whatever was happening to her by these kidnappers? What if it all went south? His brows narrowed, thinking about how helpless the caster would be for even the most calculated, smallest amount of time.

He pressed his fingers into his caruncle’s, letting a deep sigh out, [color=DD9C00]“Seele, you're out of your damn mind.”[/color] 

[color=DD9C00]“Volunteering yourself to these assholes? What if Graves is too slow to whatever they are doing? What if they [i]are[/i] killing casters? What if this goes south?”[/color] He leaned back in his chair anxiously, [color=DD9C00]“What’s your plan if this goes south?”[/color]







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