[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Well, the disturbance was definitely Arcan, not that much consideration was even given to any of the other party members. There was very little reason Jazdia would need to bomb the vault archive, for example. Speaking of, it was that ranger elf that looked to have been injured. She stood, slightly hunched as she was regaining her breath. Arcan stood in the middle, an intense glared pointed at Miwa, yet still poised in front of Jazdia. Rezello stood defensively sword at the ready, And then Verdant. She donned something less adorable than Fia remembered, looking more monstrous with venom in her eyes. 
	Fia, as well as the others who arrived last, only heard the resolution of the conflict. At least a temporary reprieve. No one stood down and it was clear more was to be said. The altercation was explained by Miwa in passing as she talked down at the ancient djinn. The curse, Jazdia’s curse, was associated with someone called Lythiel. Whoever that was must have been of some importance given the response from Arcan. Fia’s eyebrows rose at the information. Her curse was more than just some revenant’s revenge, it was an attempt to return, to once again reclaim the pride these forests once held. Fia never heard of Lythiel before, but it was certainly big news to the elves, and Arcan himself. 
	Fia casually walked between Arcan and Miwa. She looked at Arcan first and then at the young miko. The girl had a righteous heart and her attitude matched her resolve, but when it came to matters of the ancient Djinn, even with numbers, they were not to be trifled with lightly.
	“That’s enough, dear. As much as I would love for an ancient djinn to follow us on our endeavors, his duty is to this vault.” Fia said in a calm tone. Fia knew she was in a dangerous position, but Fia took that risk trusting her allies to better decide in this situation. Ancient djinn were powerful enough as it was. And it was especially true when when they occupied a space under their reverence. Whoever said Djinn didn’t have a home were wrong. He might not have had anything personal to lose, but he still had ever reason to not hold back against the party should an engagement occur. Djinn were most powerful in their place of dominion. And for Arcan, that was this vault.
	“I suggest we clear out that contaminated room as a sign of good will. Let Arcan reclaim that section of the vault. In exchange, we leave here peacefully, and promise not to return. At least until the time in which that curse is no longer affecting our dear Jazdia. Be it cleansed or death. Does that sound amiable, dear Arcan?”