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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Southwest of Roshmi City
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], Brigitte [@Tae]
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
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Zeva’s questions were met by a cold gaze and stern words of warning from the female fairy, which came at a bit of a shock to the young elf. She had been treating the situation with her usual lightheartedness but she was coming to notice the gravity of what she unknowingly stumbled into. The air felt as if it thickened in that moment, and her breathing wavered briefly before it was cut by Mister Luum’s rowdy laughter.

[Color=F6DC88]“Voiced threats useless. You should know better than anyone what’s required to keep a secret from being told by another. But as a group, we are quite bad at killing, so I have a better idea! Zeva…”[/color]

[color=DCD1FD][i]W-what?? Killing??[/i][/color] Zeva’s head turned slowly towards the older elf, a bead of sweat forming at her temple as he alluded to her possible execution. He continued by suggesting that Zeva join their group, going on a bit of a speech about their noble goals to save Avalia from…evil? The juxtaposition of his enthusiastic tone and nonsensical words only helped to form a mixture of confusion and anxiety at the pit of Zeva’s stomach. The thought occurred to her that she may have traded the owlbear for an even larger threat, and this one was armed with weaponry and magic.

She played it cool and responded with a light, albeit nervous, chuckle as she fiddled with a strand of her hair. [color=DCD1FD]“Um. I don’t want to die! But what is it exactly…that you guys do?”[/color] Her eyes panned nervously at each member of the group, all of them appearing wary of her still, except for this jovial elf, anyway. [color=DCD1FD]“As fun as your proposal sounds, my parents will kill me before you all do if I just disappear and miss my classes. What does saving Avalia entail? Who are you all anyway?”[/color] Zeva’s mind rattled with many more questions but before she could barrage the group with more, she felt a spell of dizziness wash through her and she stumbled backwards. The wound on her arm had been left untreated long enough for the blood loss to be significant.

[color=DCD1FD]“Ughh,”[/color] Zeva groaned, taking the med kit out of her bag. [color=DCD1FD]“Er, don’t kill me while I fix my arm please!”[/color] She took a few cautious paces back, keeping her gaze steady on the group as she began to wrap the roll of bandages across her upper arm.

[hider=TLDR]Zeva reacts nervously to the group’s cold words and Mister Luum’s mention of hypothetically killing her to keep her quiet. She asks some questions before getting lightheaded from her wound and proceeds to bandage it up.[/hider]