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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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Lexann blinked at the small hunter, confused again. "[color=lightpink]Is that a poem?[/color]" she asked. Poems weren't really something she often got to hear or understand, but Rain's introduction sounded something like one might. She shrugged, letting her complain about Galeel. Lexann for one was excited to talk to him now that only a handful of hunters made it out of the battle. She couldn't help but look up to pyromancers, in awe of the power they possessed. Her eyes wandered to the ceiling, suddenly thrown into a daydream of her throwing fire from her fingertips and destroying all of the void in her way. Then her smile disappeared. 

"[color=lightpink]Why don't pyromancers just burn the void up and call it a decade?[/color]" she asked to no one in particular. "[color=lightpink]It's gotta be easier than whacking them with the handful of forbidden weapons we have.[/color]"