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[color=FFFF8A]“I’m going to leave you off with a warning.” [/color]

Lendie didn’t often give out warnings, and [i]especially[/i] not since her senses had returned to her upon what wayfarer’s had called “the glitch”. 

The wayfarer before her gave a reasonable explanation and the circumstances that they were actually [i]questing[/i] gave Lendie some solace that things were going back to normal, or whatever normal was supposed to be with these wayfarers. They had been summoned to do the work of the gods and the girl’s assurance that they were doing something instead of sitting on their hands gave the blonde denizen some degree of relief. Still, it did not sit well with her. It was here that a thought came to Lendie.

As the girl gathered her bearings–likely from the anxiety of dealing with Lendie and her entourage as well as the fight that she had done with her fellow wayfarers–Lendie dug through her satchel before retrieving a rune-encrusted silverstone. She held out her hand to the girl with the stone in her gloved palm. It was a particular item, an item she had crafted for investigations of interest, though crafting one was also an expensive process so she did not have more than one on hand at a time. 

[color=FFFF8A]“Take this stone.”[/color] She commanded, [color=FFFF8A]“If something like this ever happens again, break it and I will respond to the scene as expediently as possible. Do not break it without need.”[/color]

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