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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Sunset
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Northbound on the Eastern Sea
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy]
[color=DCD1FD]ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Masako [@dreamingflowers]
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
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[color=F6DC88]“Strong… Ehhh, they did not do much to help us win the war. They were built to fight, sure but they lack things that make truly good soldiers. Hmm…”[/color]

Zeva chuckled. His mention of the war reminded her of the townsfolk and her parents back home, who spoke endlessly of it. In those brief few seconds, it seemed like Mister Luum could’ve been just another elf from her hometown, though she could hardly envision the man in such humble environments. If it weren’t for his unpredictable whimsicality, she may have warmed up to him sooner, and trusted him like the knowledgeable mentors and elders she grew up with.

Zeva motioned toward the warforged and Bardulf with a nod of her head. [color=DCD1FD]“Well it looks like Bardulf is already beginning recruitment of said ‘war machine’.”[/color] Her fingers curled into two air quotes at the end of the sentence – she found it hard to imagine that this particular warforged, resembling a delicate teapot better preciously stored in displays rather than used, would be any good at war. It was a stark contrast with other warforged she had the chance of meeting at the Oak Tree, typically embellished in all manner of artillery and technological components.

An abrupt tap of Luum’s wooden staff on the hand by Zeva’s side interrupted her ruminations on bipedal machines. His lecture seemed sincere – despite his usual hijinks, she felt that she could trust his magical aptitude at the very least. There weren’t many teachers back at the academy that cared to nurture the skills of a delinquent student who struggled enough already with light magic. Many of them figured Zeva would focus on swordplay instead, and thus, she never gave light magic much more thought. Mister Luum sounded so sure of her potential, and these sweet words reignited Zeva’s fervor for continually surpassing her limits. 

A large grin stretched across Zeva’s face. [color=DCD1FD]“I hope you’re right about that. Not that I ever was any good at school – I learned most of what I know now from my parents.”[/color] She put her hands behind her back, straightened up, and faced Luum with an expectant gleam in her eyes.  [color=DCD1FD]“So, where do I start?”[/color]