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[sup][b][color=A5988A]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]511 (+1 points)[/i] | [b][color=A5988A]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]11/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=A5988A]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Nyakuza Metro[/i][/sup]
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Osvald's stoic expression remained unchanged as he endured the veritable deluge of rain themed puns unleashed upon him, Nadia’s jovial banter and playful wordplay already grating on the scholar's nerves.

[i]‘[color=A5988A]How annoying,[/color]’[/i] he thought to himself while outwardly the broad shouldered mage bit his tongue to bridle his disapproval, slightly his head shook from side to side and he sighed roughly as he kneaded his forehead with blistered and calloused hands Osvald exchanged a look with Therion as if to ask [i]’[color=A5988A]Is she always like this?[/color]’[/i]

Opting to keep his disapproval silent the scholar chose to ignore the feral's frivolous banter only exuding an air of irritation that belied unimpressed look on his face. Fortunately it wasn't the plan to linger in the rain-soaked cobbled streets of the city, so Osvald's patience wore less thin.

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In the dark empty ruins King's Station, Osvald couldn't help but marvel at the abandoned state of the place from the quiet hustle and bustle of the city to the dark yawning emptiness of the area, though no tram line awaited them nor tracks could be seen the bell they rang that summoned the stag shouldn't have surprised him.

As the Seekers navigated the tunnels of the Under from the dark melancholy that hung over the City of Tears, the quiet empty ruins of King’s Station and back to the deserted hamlet of Dirtmouth.

Osvald couldn't help but be taken aback by the bizarre sights that surrounded them, from the peculiar methods of transportation to the bright neon lights and signs of Nyakuza Metro. Each new experience seemingly more outlandish than the last, were it not for him being freed he surely would have questioned his very sanity in the face of such fantastical phenomenon.

Merely he took in his surroundings, marveling at the annoyingly bright garish signs and lights of the city that seemed completely parallel to the City of Tears with it's dimly lit streets and tall dark spires that rose above the inky waters below. 

The mere thought of frolicking amidst the chaos and revelry of this place struck a nerve deep within Osvald, as a man of knowledge and discipline the scholar detested the frivolity and unpredictability that such places embodied. He found the idea of wasting time and resources indulging in such mindless activity to be of little interest.

With a steely expression on his frowny face, Osvald fixed the feral with a piercing look that spoke volumes about his stalwart disapproval of the idea “[color=A5988A]Hmph…Sounds like a ridiculous waste of time, we should go to our destination and not indulge in such useless endeavors.[/color]” despite the excitement and enthusiasm of his companions he crossed his arms, grumbling ever the party pooper.

In his mind, there were far more important matters at hand than whimsical escapades in a neon-lit metropolis made for felines, Osvald relaxed his shoulders slightly and sighed “[color=A5988A]If we must then at least find suitable lodgings...[/color]” the grizzled man grumbled.