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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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Benkei’s words were unexpected to the swordsinger.

Despite her instinct to coldly lash out at Benkei for mentioning her late fiancé to her she remained poised. She listened, even though the wound was still open. He spoke about being a leader–the role Aaginim had thought he would excel in, the role he had chosen for him. She thought back to his talks about Benkei as the man to replace Zain in the guild, about his in-game IQ. But the game was dead and a harrowing reality thrown in its place, and yet, he was trying. His words had caught her so off guard she had completely forgotten about his question about names of people in COL that would help him get in the door. 

[color=378E75]“He believed you could.”[/color] She remarked with a faint smile, [color=378E75]“So you probably can.”[/color]


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