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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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Naturally, Lexann nodded along with Rain. Hunters were way cooler, as demonstrated on the battlefield while the other pyromancers gathered around the hearth. A different purpose, sure, but not as cool. And with Tranta, she had to nod along again. Hunters were strong, but it's what they accomplished together that ultimately drove back the void. And a simple pyromancer wouldn't last very long, Lexann supposed. One mistake would lead to the end-end. Her eyes flickered to the tall, white haired hunter. Rivaling cats in number of lives, hunters were the ultimate soldier--popping right back up after being squashed. 

"[color=ffe63d]Pyromancy has more limits than you think.[/color]" 

Again, Lexann nodded as the eye patch'd hunter talked...until the words got a little too polysyllabic and the bob of her head slowed to watch her in confusion-- To see that she was playing with a flame between fingers. Big words, big booms, [i]literally[/i] playing with fire? 

"[color=lightpink]Whoa, wait-- were you a pyromancer?[/color]" she asked, wonderment in her voice. "[color=lightpink]And now you're a hunter? Haven't met anyone like that yet-- Who are you?[/color]"