[center][h2]Nicolas Li[/h2][h3]??? — Witch's House[/h3][/center]

With the food completed and those present happily digging in (or, well, one [i]less[/i] than happily at a glance), Nicolas regarded the scene with a brief smile before taking some food for himself. Dodging Ilsa's pointed questions about their origins would mean that it would probably come up in the future, supposing they ever met again once she had seen them off, but for the moment it looked like they were in the clear.

Of course, that meant that small talk was probably the best way to proceed for the moment, and as luck would have it, the fairies provided the perfect topic to do so with.

"Well, you saw the ingredients yourself, didn't you?" the chef asked as he gestured back towards them. "The only thing that might be a bit less common is the ice, but everything else I assume you should have on hand. It's just a matter of how you mix them; I just have a special tool that turned the ice into super-tiny pieces that let them mix with everything else."

The topic of magic brought to mind Ilsa's own parting comment about high-level magic—more specifically, the extent to which magic could be performed and it's limits. Obviously, with no knowledge of the systems at play or how to manipulate them, it wasn't exactly something to be explored [i]now[/i]...

But it'd be criminally ignorant to not ask more about this in the future—just as it would be to ignore what the pink-haired fairy had just said.

"Is the fae realm a place where people don't experiment much with their food? Personally, I don't think that milkshake was anything revolutionary, but..."

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[center][h3]??? — Church[/h3][/center]

With the combined efforts of both Javal and Lena, the stone altar [i]slowly[/i] slid across the ground, leaving skid marks as it scraped across the floor and revealed a ladder leading down into what seemed to be complete darkness—or, at least, that was how it seemed to be at a glance. After a brief pause, a dim glow from something built into the wall opposite said ladder slowly came to life, and one after the other the path down seemed to be left illuminated, if only slightly. The deeper the path went, the slower the lights were to turn on; with that said, it was nothing if not inevitable that they would all be alight with enough time.

Supposing that one of the trio was brave enough to delve into the depths first, though, what they would find at the end of that ladder would be a narrow passageway that, after a bit more walking, would give way to a hidden room. This one, however, was still dark.

Dark, save the pair of glowing red eyes staring back at them.

Eventually, the lights would make their way down here, too, and the being who was staring back at them—a white=haired woman who seemed to be resting against the back wall—simply stared in silence.

A keen eye might recognize the subtle shift in her body's position as they grew closer, but whether or not that would mean anything to them was another matter entirely.

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