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[right][colour=red][b][colour=gold]ꁲ ꂵ ꁲ ꋊ ꂠ ꂑ ꋊ ꈼ[/colour][/b]
[sub][sup]ꋖ ꂑ ꂵ ꈼ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Day 1 [Night]
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[sub][sup]꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Lock and Key [Somerset][/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꉣ ꁲ ꌅ ꋖ ꂑ ꀯ ꂑ ꉣ ꁲ ꋊ ꋖ ꌚ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white][NPC] Sir Dorian
[@WhiteAngel25] Faline
[@Mechromancer] Dorothea
[@Jamesyco] Torsten
[@Red Wizard] Simbelmynë[/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][url=https://youtu.be/EmYjMUfIHqI]♫[/url][/sup][/colour][/right]
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Amandine continued to watch and listen. They kept surprising her in various ways, and she found herself lowering her guard a little. They might come from different backgrounds, but they don't seem to be bad people. The Paladin spoke with wisdom, the reclusive Druid displayed empathy, the Ranger stepping up to lead, and the Mage was attentively listening to everyone. She had to stifle a giggle at how matter-of-factly Simbelmyne responded to her sarcasm.

Amandine sighed and relaxed her tone. [colour=red]“My people have lived in the Western Rife Mountains, back when both the Dragons and Dragonians roamed the land. We are simple folk, herding animals like mountain goats, and they provided protection in exchange for gold.”[/colour] She looked at each of them. [colour=red]“Since they disappeared, life in our land has grown worse. Monsters began to roam, bandits and marauders plough through, searching for long-lost treasures and wealth, hurting anyone they encounter. The Emperor's protection is limited, and we are far away. People leave for the cities, our population dwindles, and our homes become as sparse as the ruins.”[/colour]

[colour=red]“I am here as a scholar, and what you see as an ancient trinket with magical properties is the remnant of their god. Would you willingly sacrifice your gods to this cause, for potential hostile strangers?”[/colour] She knew both Torsten and Simbel understood her implication well, even though it was futile, as Faline explained. [colour=red]“Though, as Faline said, we were born in the wrong era to encounter a Dragonian. If any are still around, my Shifu would have mentioned it.”[/colour]

She refocused on the task at hand. [colour=red]“So, our mission is to navigate dangerous, booby-trapped ruins filled with the angry remains of Dragonians.”[/colour]

As the others continued to speak and interact, she warmly greeted the dwarf cook and inspected the food, inhaling its scent to identify the ingredients in the stew. She glanced at the four beds behind her. [colour=red]“So, who's sharing a bed?”[/colour] To be fair, she was willing to sleep on the floor to avoid any arguments, but she wanted to see how the team would collaborate to address this matter.


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