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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 2 [Morning]
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[sub][sup]꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Adventuring[/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꉣ ꁲ ꌅ ꋖ ꂑ ꀯ ꂑ ꉣ ꁲ ꋊ ꋖ ꌚ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white][@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]
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Amandine came to a sudden pause when she noticed Faline's teary response to her comments. Her initial intention had been to strike up a friendly conversation, as most people tend to appreciate compliments. She briefly considered reaching out to offer comfort, her hand hovering close to Faline's back, but the girl didn't appear receptive. Amandine questioned whether this was the right course of action, and as Torsten stepped in, she ultimately decided not to complicate the situation further, moving away to create some distance.

Communication with this group proved to be challenging, and it felt like she was inadvertently isolating herself from them. Being thrust together by circumstance didn't seem to be a simple recipe for success. Additionally, the presence of the other group following them only added to the tension. Amandine hesitated to explain how she had detected their pursuers, given the difficulty she had trusting herself, let alone a group of strangers.

A new plan began to form in her mind. She decided to adopt a quieter profile and put in more effort to find appropriate pleasantries and compliments. Perhaps she could comment on how Faline's flaming red hair resembled a radiant sunset, how Torsten's beard resembled a lush bush that could host a family of birds, how Dorothea's smile was infectious and heart-warming when her teeth weren't chattering from perpetual fright, or how Simbel looked like a rich banquet of food. Amandine recognized that humans often used more muted descriptions like "nice hair," "nice beard," "nice smile," and "nice..." She paused to think, acknowledging that she had her work cut out for her in navigating the intricacies of these interactions.

As the group prepared to make camp, they collectively sensed an eerie atmosphere in the air. Amandine welcomed the prospect of a break from trying to decipher human interactions. She retrieved her rope-dagger and threw it high into a nearby tree. With swift agility, she ascended the tree, running up its trunk and into its branches while retracting the rope. Perched in the treetops, she had a commanding top-down view of the area and considered that it might be the ideal time for a bit of amusement.

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