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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 averted her gaze as the fairies answered her questions in turn, unveiled threats sprinkled among their words. There was a certain dissonance between her lighthearted attitude and the solemness their situation demanded, which made Zeva feel a little out of place. She was definitely the unwelcome guest who had inadvertently invited herself to their party, but she was coming to understand what their mission was, and how dedicated everyone was to its cause.

Much to her surprise, Bowyn, as he introduced himself, was a healer among other things, and despite the cold reception, he kindly helped Zeva patch up her shoulder. She felt a cool touch as his magic transferred to her wound, but her heart was warmed by the gesture. [color=DCD1FD]“You’re not so bad after all!”[/color] Zeva beamed, flashing a friendly grin and playfully throwing a punch at his shoulder with her now healed limb. [color=DCD1FD]“Thanks, Bowyn.” [/color]

Mister Luum never seemed to consider the room when he spoke, interrupting the tenseness with a misplaced enthusiasm that made it as if the previous awkwardness did not exist. Though Bowyn emphasized this was not a ‘whimsical adventure’, Mister Luum sure made it sound otherwise. Zeva pondered this for a bit – she never had direct experiences with the dark elves’ cruelty in her sheltered upbringing in Illuminata, but she was very aware of the pain and suffering they’ve caused across Avalia. She recalled the anguished expressions on her parents’ faces when she told them of the things they lost, and the elders of the village who recounted similar stories to her in her childhood. Her beliefs were already shaped by those around her, and she knew she wanted to end dark elf rule as well. With the training she received that surpassed the training of many young elves, Zeva was confident that she could perhaps help their cause, and in the end, alleviate the worries of her dear family.

[color=DCD1FD]“...I think I would like to help. I’m better trained than most elves my age, if that provides you any comfort.”[/color] Zeva smiled once again, before directing her attention to the other elf. [color=DCD1FD]“Not sure I want to be your apprentice though. I mean, you seem to be great at light magic and all, but I’m sure not!”[/color] Zeva chuckled, reminded of all the times she was scolded at school and home for how much she struggled to grasp basic light manipulation. [color=DCD1FD]“I can do a few things here and there, but I’m more of a close-range fighter.”[/color] She motioned towards the blades strapped to her back.

[color=DCD1FD]“Why don’t we move towards Roshmi City while we get to know each other a bit better? We all have business there anyway.”[/color]

[hider=TLDR]Zeva thanks Bowyn for healing her arm, and ponders on joining the group. She decides to tag along, declines Luum’s suggestion to be his apprentice, and suggests the group move towards Roshmi.[/hider]