Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
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[@Pyromania99]

“Ahaha, when you’re as old as I am you learn some tricks to keep yourself spotless, as you say.” He’d respond with a chuckle. “Though, I fear the response I’ll give you to my name is less than satisfactory. You may call me Sir S, if you must have a name. I can give you no more than that, and as for my family…” He shook his head. “Its too late. I’ve already confirmed that myself.”

“...Hm. While I can not say I trust you, Sir…S,” Leoniya responded. “If that is true then you have my condolences. That said, may I request you accompany us to our airship for an interview.”

“That is a request, I will have to refuse for now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be off.” He briefly glanced over his shoulder, frowning slightly. “There’s little reason for me to stick around if the maids have this handled.”

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[@Click This][@AzureKnight]

“Eh, but I haven’t done any of that since-ah, momma said I can’t talk about that.” Lyssa coughed, blood splattering the front of her dress. Though she was injured, Lyssa wasn’t content to settle down and be treated like such. She couldn’t do much, but she could at least use her large gauntlets to deflect bits of smaller debris as the old theater slowly crumbled around them more and more - and just as the trio would burst from the front entrance, stumbling from the debris, demons nipping at their heels…the entire thing would thus, come down.

Burying the theater, the demons, and anything else that might have been inside.

“...nngh…thanks you two…” Lyssa would say, tone faltering as she was still being held up by the other maid. “Ugh…anyone have any food, I could use a pick me up…”