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[center][h3]--Varanheim - Alkautsar--[/h3][/center]
[color=d62524][b]"Fufu~"[/b][/color] The young patrician found it pleasing that Gray saw her martial skills to be adequate, she didn't need to be regarded as an expert swordsman, just decent would do. Whether Gray himself was aware of it or not, Eve regarded the masked elf as an authority figure, especially when it came to anything related to adventuring and fighting, thus his remark meant a lot to her. Satisfied that she had made her point - pun not intended - Eve sheathed her magical rapier before turning slightly toward the allegedly fearless Engelbert. [color=d62524][b]"Why thank you, it's such a great honor to be praised by a legendary warrior such as yourself, Sir Engelbert."[/b][/color] The redhead patrician quipped back with an elegant small bow.

Her business with Gray Flame done (for now), she left the two brothers-in-arms so they could arrange things with their employer, meanwhile, Eve returned to the larger plate-covered warrior in the group, [color=d62524][b]"Fufu, your sentiments are wholly appreciated, Sir Forbann, though I still have much to learn, swordplay included,"[/b][/color] As Forbann began speaking, her purple eyes gazed over the Oni's armor and weapons, noticing their arcane nature, [color=d62524][i]Enchanted armor, hmm? Just like Sir Engelbert’s then... perhaps he'll allow me to examine them in the future.[/i][/color] With that plan shelved for now, she focused her attention on conversing with the Ferromancer Knight, [color=d62524][b]"Why, to discover the undiscovered, of course. The ancient elves were known for their mythical magic after all, one can’t imagine the wondrous artifacts they had created over the millennia, I simply [i]must[/i] get my hands on them, to study them, to uncover their secrets. Dangers and perils are expected in any expedition into uncharted lands, but come what way, I believe together, we shall prevail!"[/b][/color]

Evelyn firmly nodded with a huff, then raised her right hand to clasp her chin as she took in Forbann's own reasons for being here, [color=d62524][b]"So you wish to see the world beyond the confines of your homeland? Well then, you'll certainly start strong by heading to the Land of Twilight, Sir Forbann, if that place can't offer you new and exotic things to experience, then I don't know what will..."[/b][/color] She paused, [color=d62524][b]"Helvetia, perhaps? Fufu~ regardless, after we've returned, we'll love to welcome you in Venezia, Sir, you and all of our compatriots."[/b][/color] But let's not get too hasty, first, they had an adventure to conquer.

As if on cue, Vesemir announced that they'd be departing with a rather grandiose speech. One which Evelyn found herself agreeing with every sentiment. With this, they shall make their marks upon history!

[center][h3]--Varanheim - En Route--[/h3][/center]
During the journey, Evelyn was content to sit nicely in one of the passenger wagons, taking up the least space out of everyone else in the group due to her size. Aside from writing - and sketching - entries into her personal journal, there wasn't anything notable to be done. This phase of the adventure would be a peaceful one it seemed...

...until Mother Nature herself decided to throw a little roadblock in the form of a fierce thunderstorm. The more superstitious folk would see this as an omen that they shouldn't continue, that venturing into the Land of Twilight would be their end, but there was a reason why such folks tended to be... less educated than most. Only simpletons would misconstrue natural weather phenomenons as some sort of divine omen.

Well, be that as it may, the storm still forced them to take shelter, how frustrating, but there wasn't anything Eve could do about it. [color=d62524][i]Perhaps one day, I can craft a device capable of manipulating the weather itself... hmmm...[/i][/color] And there, another entry in her journal.

[center][h3]--Varanheim - Abandoned Homestead--[/h3][/center]

After disembarking from the carriage, Evelyn proceeded to follow the Gray Flame alongside Vesemir, heading to the decrepit home's main entrance. [color=d62524][i]Unlocked...[/i][/color] The redhead noted, [color=d62524][i]So this is truly an abandoned place, not simply neglected.[/i][/color] She had a thought of brandishing her sword and drawing her revolver, but decided against it when she saw the monocled elf getting all comfortable. [color=d62524][i]Mmm...[/i][/color] Out of all things she could see in the living room, two stood out to her the most, those being the twin elven blades, one displayed on a plaque by the fireplace and the other strewn haphazardly on the table.

[color=d62524][i]...[/i][/color] Her curiosity pique, the Patrician Artificer sauntered over to the swords, specifically the one on the table first. [color=d62524][i]Odd splotches... hmm, old blood? But whose?[/i][/color] She'd immediately begin examining the weapon, her right hand reaching out to deftly trace runes in the air just above the elven sword, a simple scrying spell to gather information about the object, particularly its make, materials, condition, and most importantly, whether it possessed magical enchantments or not.

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