[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Fia’s right hand was held out at her side, with the palm facing the ceiling prepared to bring forth more flames to cremate what remains of Sheel lay about. However, Rezello didn’t seem keen on any idea involving their displacement instead sharing part of his sad memory of that time ten years ago. Even so, there was determination that rode upon his voice over the sorrow. He had come for answers and had found the chisel  to chip at the stone that blocked his path. A mystery a decade old was unraveling, ready to reveal the closure the knight very much wanted.
	“Ah, my darling serpentine emerald has woken from her slumbering coil.” said Fia one she heard the slithering voice of the yokai girl. Rezello had steeled himself to discover more answers, so now the focus was more on the caves themselves. Fia clasped her hands together as she spun on her heel to face the snake girl. “How I’ve missed the breath of your voice. I only we could seal of silence on our furnace knight, then life would be that much grander.”
	“But to answer the question at hand, if you find me one of those devourers alive, I might be able to glean some information on just what makes them tick. You can learn a surprising amount in a short time just by testing their limits” Fia quickly pulled a large knight out from behind her back, somehow strapped near the ties of her corset. Fia twirled the knife in hand a little as she stared so intensely. She ended her flare holding the knife handle gingerly in one hand, resting the tip of the knife with the index finger of the other. “National interest or no, if anyone else as my virescent darling is interested enough, I could sacrifice some time to figure it out.”
	Fia smiled and let out a quick breath of air, almost like she laughed. She carefully returned the large knife into its tough hide sheath and looked towards the elf. The room was depressing enough with the bodies of stolen loved ones. And with none of the devourers around, no answers would be found regarding anything with the room or the creatures themselves. Shadows barely flickered as the masked knight’s flames danced in an almost hypnotic color, their only source of light for the moment. But there was the opportunity the cursed elf casually dropped. Something that has always lifted the spirits of any adventure into unknown lands and forgotten pasts.
	“I am always weak for treasure, darling. Seeking answers is the main goal, yes. However, to wander the lands the world chose to ignore and not bring back souvenirs. Well, that feels like a crime. You said that none of those devourers were in this section of the caves? What harm is there in a slight detour?”