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  1. Emerald Gaze "It is quite lovely, If I do say." Emerald responded with a smile. "Such interesting architecture and accommodating inhabitants - I could see myself visiting again sometime, should the opportunity arise." It was all basic small talk and chit-chat, but every word had that small chance of uncovering something useful. "There was something that I wanted to ask actually Tragedy... sorry, It was Tragedy, wasn't..." As one of the newer guests made an offhoof comment and fell to the ground, Emerald mirrored him - jumping upright instead with an expression of concerned panic. She gasped in an almost theatric manner, taking a horrified step away from him. What had he said, that the wine had a bitter aftertaste? No that didn't seem quite right, she hadn't tasted anything wrong with it, and she had been expecting to. She had been drinking more as well if she was correct, though admittedly her observations hadn't exactly been focused on the drinking habits of her other guests. 'Which means that either the fool is genuinely ill or he's feigning his ailment for some reason. Sickness doesn't usually set in so quickly so logically... but why?' Either way, she wasn't in a position to administer medical help - she wasn't a doctor and on the off chance he had some intricate plan that she was struggling to see, she wanted nothing to do with it. "Oh my..." She stated lightly, glancing around at the hosts and remainder of the guests. "I'm afraid I cannot help here - perhaps it would be best if I excused myself?" Bowing slightly to the remnant of the hosts, she gave a weak smile - taking utmost care to ensure she seemed genuinely flustered yet gracious. "We can speak later, when there are less pressing matters, yes? I would enjoy that I think."
  2. Emerald Gaze 'Out of character? Hardly, I would think. Perhaps more openly vocal than usual but I doubt anyone is genuinely supprised at his tone.' Emerald thought - raising a brow ever so slightly in response to her own internal monologue. 'Not that we can call such behaviour normal that is - it wouldn't be like any noble to burst in looking so disheveled, never mind Blueblood himself...' She cleared her throat to break the tense silence after the prince had been led away. The best thing now was to keep things moving smoothly and try to brush the whole episode aside for the time being. Keep the tone neutral - show concern, but not too much so as to appear suspicious. 'Suspicious? Of what? We didn't have anything to do witg this - if he is sick then that still has no bearing on us.' She thought. 'Of course, if he isn't... it seemed earlier like there was something being hidden from us - and why would a sickness be hidden and not even alluded to - even if downplayed? Something doesn't quite add up.' "Aha, I see. Well if the Prince is unwell I certainly hope he recovers quickly." The diplomat stated carefully - casting a sympathetic half smile towards her hosts, with just enough concern on her face to suggest a passing concern with no real emotional investment. 'So what next? If they already believe that I saw something while absent from the table just shortly before we were interrupted, perhaps I can use that? Or maybe it would be best to take a more discreet approach? Ugh - I wasn't prepared for this!'
  3. Emerald Gaze Emerald inwardly smiled to herself as she noticed the glance cast her way - evidently she was correct: there was something interesting happening here that she wasn't supposed to know. Now the only question that remained was what exactly. Well that shouldn't be too difficult find out. No doubt she would be confronted at some stage soon - all she needed were enough clues to make them think she knew more than she did. '... Beloved princess...?' She echoed mentally, taking care not to give any outwards indication of her musing. It was probably nothing, but there was something about that line that she didn't like. Of course Luna was the obvious reference, but she wasn't the only one such a statement might relate to. Was whatever secret they were hiding something sinister? Rebellion or Regicide? At first she had suspected some kind of personal secret, but now she wasn't so certain. And then the one called Shadowhide started asking questions with all the subtlty of a Sledgehammer in a glasshouse. Emerald glanced around. Ideally, she should speak with someone, but doing so would mean having to divide her attention - better to keep to herself as much as possible and simply observe for the time being.
  4. Emerald Gaze. @@FortyTwo42, (Also @@SilverHeart) The corner of Emeralds mouth curled into a very slightly different smile. One of amusement, rather than generic polite friendliness. If others were playing the game then she would give them something to think about. Focusing her mind, she channeled a very weak glamor onto herself in the hope of drawing any wayward attention towards her bluff. Leaning a little closer towards Aero, she spoke in a slightly (if barely) hushed tone. "Actually, there was something quite interesting that I found." She added in a conspiring tone. "Though we probably shouldn't discuss such things at the dinner table. I'll find you later and explain."
  5. Emerald Gaze. @@FortyTwo42, "Oh, hello Aero." Emerald nodded, turning in the direction of the one who had addressed her - a familiar face at this table of strangers. She smiled and shrugged slightly at his question - not really wanting to go into such details at the dinner table... or at all for that matter. Casually brushing a not-quite smooth strand of her mane away from her face and back into position she gave a noncommittal gesture before speaking again. "It was nothing, really." She reiterated with a slight wave. "How have you been enjoying your visit? I notice you've made some new friends." The idle chit-chat about fairytales and Styling techniques wasn't of any particular interest to her, but she kept an ear out nonetheless - as one never knew when or where a useful snippet of information might uncover itself. Besides - it was interesting to learn a little more of her new acquaintances. Now that a couple of them were opening up and becoming a little more vocal she might overhear something useful. @@SilverHeart, Glancing around, Emerald tried to get a feel for exactly who of their number the locals were. It wasn't particually difficult - the nobleborn were clearly not guests, but exactly what their purpose here was, she couldn't say for certain. Did the nobles simply invite themselves for entertainment? They hardly seemed present to serve after all.
  6. Emerald Gaze. Managing to refrain from pausing when the feeling of paranoia hit her again, Emerald continued as social norms dictated. She began to pick at some smaller portions of food, one ear flicking as she vaguely overheard her name from somewhere across the table. After a moment or two she couldnt help but inspect the others again glancing smoothly around, this time under the pretence of searching for the wine. She was certain that she had been being watched. Nothing - at least at a glance. Noting however the overall lack of enthusiasm that seemed to have taken hold of the table. Few of her fellow guests seemed comfortable with their situation , and from while her late arrivial had left her in a poor position for eavesdropping she was able to pick up on the general tone of conversation without much effort on her part. What was more, despite her pretence she was almost as distracted as the rest seemed to be. 'It is nothing. Why are you unable to simply enjoy an evening? Blueblood might be an oaf but even he isn't so foolish as to try anything untoward, not here of all places. Relax - this is what you live for. Enjoy yourself.' She closed her eyes for a moment before forcing herself to relax a little - smiling as she felt herself adjust back into her natural instincts. Taking a sip of wine she had poured, she raised a brow approvingly. "Oh, now this is simply excellent." She stated to no recipient in particular. At these kind of events the right ears would always overhear a compliment. And a compliment it was - and an honest one at that. "Quite divine indeed. Somebody has excellent taste in wine, if I might be so bold as to say. The sweet tasting alcohol served its secondary purpose delightfully as well - the paranoia faded a little as the nare began to relax. She watched the others, waiting for an opening. One of their company cut into a conversation while another - Shadowhide, she recalled - looked almost offended at some offhand remark that Emerald had missed. Another that she couldn't name was keeping his head down almost too intently... 'So all in all, not a typical dinner, I suppose' She allowed herself to think, suppressing a slight titter of mirth.
  7. Emerald Gaze ( In case anyone has forgotten what Emerald looks like or not met her already: ) https://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/emerald-gaze-r3772 Reaffirming her poise and dignity, Emerald paused for a moment to collect her breath as she stood outside the wooden door to the dining hall. She binked a couple of times and shook herself very slightly - reaching up to adjust the long wooden pins that held her mane in place. It was a little disheveled compared to her arrival, but still far from unacceptable. 'Well, hopefully nobody will notice.' She breathed to herself before fixing a serene half smile on her face and pushing the door open - a faint green glow of light fading away as she did - the glamor spell would have to gloss over any slight flaws in her usually immaculate presentation. "Good afternoon again everyone." She announced in a clear voice as she stepped into the hall. "My deepest apologies for stepping out so suddenly - I'm afraid I had some business that simply could not wait." She flashed a slightly brighter smile for a moment while stepping forward and taking a seat - thankfully she seemed to have still been accounted for in her absence. Emerald wasn't particually hungry but refusing hospitality on such trivial grounds would certainly be unacceptable - no, it would be much better to see though the meal as usual. Besides, as a meal such as this the food - good as it might be - was barely even a sideshow: the real joy was the conversation and intrigue after all. There were questions that she had that she couldn't simply ask, and this might be the beat time to get her answers. "No cause for alarm - simply a slight personal matter. So then, is everyone well? My apologies but I believe that I might have missed introducing myself to some of you. My name is Emerald Gaze - a pleasure to meet you."
  8. Scarlet Rose. Scarlet shook her head in irritation as she stepped aside huffily to avoid yet another foolish newcomer who seemed to have sudden doubts about where they were going - stopping suddenly directly in front of her in the process. It was chaos - idiots everywhere and seemingly nobody within a hundred miles with both authority and common sense. Admittedly, she wasn't exactly doing great at finding her own way around... but she couldn't held but feel that being surrounded by such incompetence was mostly responsible for that. "Ugh, move!" She hissed at a student as she pushed past them. "It's really not that hard - one leg in front of the other..."
  9. Scarlet Rose. Scarlet shook her head and rolled her eyes as she stepped through the University grounds. This was always a problem with beginning at some place new: being grouped together with the idiots and the fools... Couldn't just once she be surrounded by cool, intelligent folks, rather than unfunny jokers and dolts without a sense of decency? "Ugh. Typical..." She muttered, shooting a withing glare at another nearby first-year and sending the poor colt hurriedly away. "How long do I need to wait 'till these buffoons start dropping out? So much arrogance and ignorance everywhere I look..." She sighed a little, frustratedly. Reaching a hoof to her scarlet mane, she adjusted the red rose that was perched there slightly. 'Just need to find someone decent - smart, cool... someone worth talking to. Find a few of them and we'll run this place in a few weeks, easy.' The white made paused as she approached the auditorium, pausing for a brief moment to grade condersedingly at a pony who seemed to be trying to access the building through the wall. She tutted, shook her head in annoyance and continued inside before anyone suspected her of having anything to do with the fool.
  10. *************** N'herr Market. A wicked little grin caught on the corners of the frail traders mouyh as he snorted slightly. His gaze shifted between the three hunters and he shook his head. "You really think that..." He chuckled a little under his breath. "Ahh... I see now! You're not just arrogant, but i... i... ignorant as w... well!" His eyes darted aside a little - down the long road that the hunters had walked and towards the ship that they had arrived on, docked in the distance. "You think that you're the f... first Witch Hunters o... o... on Inermis?" He turned and grinned - pointing up and over the city wall towards the centre of the island. A small mountain was clearly visible, but it was a long distance from the city and few other details could be made out. "She wanted to know where I got my a... antiques - the Old Kingdom ruins around the foot of the mountain. You should l... l... leave me alone and g... g... go a... after her. She can't b... be more than a week ahead of y... you!" Deseer paused - turning back again, wringing his hands with a hopeful, yet still hateful look on his face. "She threatened me as well, didn't rob me though... must have known her goons would be along later." He added in a mutter. "There! Now y... y... you know e... everything, now go a... after her o... o... or something! Just leave me alone!"
  11. Adrass. Mother. Father. Venerator. Adrass nodded his head solemnly after a slightly longer than necessary pause. More words that made him feel... uneasy, why was that? What was wrong with him, was he sick? His mind raced for a moment, but ultimately, his instincts won out - to follow the will of his superiors, to not question what he saw and have faith in himself. After all, who was more superior than his father, what was more clear than what he saw before him and who had more faith in his magic than himself? Still narrow-eyed, the boy reached out a hand in a grasping motion, trying to feel for the tiny traces of water in the air - to urge them to obey him, to bend to his will. Mentally, he commanded them into position around his arm, to lock in place and to chill themselves to a frozen state. A patch of frost appeared against his skin - stretching and turning clear as simple but clear lines began to form and the patch of ice extended up along his forearm and down slightly past his wrist. It was quite beautiful in a way. For some reason however, he felt filthy. Repulsed and disgusted. There was something surreal about the whole thing - he had memories that told him what to do, but it felt so new and awkward to him. As the Ice crept upwards, he realised that he might not be quite as in control as he had hoped. It stretched around his elbow and locked his arm in place before finally stopping its development - less of a 'wrist guard' and more of a 'haphazard sleeve'. "Uh..." He grinned weakly. "I did it?"
  12. *************** N'herr Tavern. Without commotion or rukus, the inn returned to it's regular atmosphere. Locals went back to their drinks and the girl behind the bar breathed a sigh of relief to have the tension broken and life back to normal again. One of the patrons wiped a small line of blood from his brow. All was well, save for the mystery of the missing Witch Hunters. Ivondras is gone. Gron is gone. Joel is gone. *************** N'herr Market. "Oh so that's how it is, is it? You come here to my home, rob me blind, destroy my business and now you want me to h... h... help you?" Deseer spat on the ground, clearly upset, but pleased to have some measure of control over the situation, however small. "Well listen here, I'm t... telling you nothing! I've half a mind to tell you a lie that leads you off a cliff, but then I'd be no better than yourselves, would I? Go on, leave me to my m... m... misery you thieving dogs!
  13. Emerald Gaze. "Oh, it's not as glamorous as I might make it sound." Emerald laughed lightly. "I act in place of the royal sisters, visiting foreign kingdoms and doing what I can to ensure the best relations... occasionally speaking with guests to our own land in place of our rulers should their attention be needed more urgently somewhere else." She shook her head and smiled. "It is an honour to see the beauty and hospitality of other cultures, but in all honesty the majority of my time tends to be spent discussing very mundane topics, trade treaties or border disputes and so on... I enjoy it though, and it is a very rewarding experience " Not a word of this was a lie: she truely loved her work and would talk about it for hours, given the chance. Of course not everything about it could be discussed openly with just anyone, but most folks expected as much. Rather than let herself get carried away enthusing about work, she stopped herself and gave a half shrug with a warm expression. Shadowhide was interested in her for some reason, and Emerald would play the game if that was what the mare wanted. Not now though - not in front of Sunset. "Of course, now might not be the best moment to discuss work - I tend to get carried away a little. Perhaps we might speak more later, if you would like that? I'd be quite interested in your own profession..."
  14. Emerald Gaze. Emeralds eyes flicked quickly over the made whom she had little chance to assess earlier - she committed some details to memory: body type, colours and her mark, the expression she held and the poise that she held. After a split second, she locked her piercing emerald eyes with those of the newcomer. "Emerald Gaze - Royal diplomat and emissary." Emerald introduced herself formally, giving no indication that she had even noticed the expression on the mares face and instead returning a look of civilised enthusiasm as she curtsied slightly. "A pleasure to meet you Shadowhide. I trust you are well?"
  15. Adrass. Adrass jolted awake with a startled exclamation - his voice making words in his defence without his mind even telling it to. Eyes wide but glazed over and with a slight patch of moisture gathered at the corner of his mouth, he burst into a meaningless bluster immediately. "Wha... No! I wasn't... Uh..." He blinked. Where was he? At... home? Of course he was - where else would he be? But then, why did that word seem so... so unfamiliar? He raised a hand to his head briefly, rubbing his eyes and forehead. On the subject of words, it would have been nice if father could use less of them: Adrass was quite exhausted from whatever he had been up to the night before (he couldn't quite place what he had been up to right there and then, but certainly he hasn't slept enough) and a little quiet would have been a blessing right then. The boy shook his head - he had been daydreaming and wasting precious time that could have been put towards training. He needed to get back to his studies. Studies: that was a familiar word. "Sorry sir! I was uh... I was... I..." He faltered. "No Sir! I don't... I am in control! I'm ready for... for... whatever I'm ready for!"
  16. Adrass. "I am misery and hate!" Snapped the Hunter, his frayed mind already too close to snapping from the stress, the memories and the fatigue. "Begone! Releasing the cart and staggering forward, he glared at the girl as if she were the source of every pain he had ever witnessed - siezing one of the pistols from his chest and wrestling it into the air between himself and the spirit. His arm shook dangerously as he fought to force the weakening muscles in his hand to squeeze the trigger. His vision clouded, hazy, ice blue darkness overcoming him. Thud! The still-loaded flintlock fell to the ground as Adrass' legs buckled beneath him - his head colliding with the cart and finishing what the forest had started. Face down in the dirt and dry leaves, the familliar voices in his mind lost their clarity as he slipped into unconsiousness.
  17. Emerald Gaze. "I wouldn't fret too much dear - certainly it is a curious little place, but royalty tend to think of places such as this as more... ahem, more 'refined'. She gave a wry smile. "In any case, I'm certain that you will grow accustomed to it in a day or two: once we settle in a little." She continued to walk slowly - peering at the bank curiously. It seemed a little of of place - most classical buildings like it tended to be preserved in much larger cities, alongside those heavyly influenced by Pegasus history. She hadn't noticed any other signs of Pegasus culture in the architecture here so far. 'Would such a small town even need a bank?' "I don't know about yourself, but I feel so much like a stranger here... It's hard to explain, it's not a feeling I'm accustomed to."
  18. *************** N'herr Market. Deseer's jaw dropped as he was left quite stunned. There were a few moments of sioence as the frail man might have been weighing up his options, though more likely he simply couldn't speak. "E... E... Eight p... pieces?" He finally managed to stammer, eyes wide and panicked. "You'll ruin me! You'll... please miss, It's already hard enough here without y... y..." It was too much aparrently - Deseer glanced at the trio of heavily armed Witch Hunters and shook his head, waving halfheatedly towards the goods on the stall. He wasn't brave or capable of fighting - wasn't even a particually good trader even, and this was far beyond him. "Take it then - and I hope that you go the same way as those that came before you!" He muttered, slumping back onto a stool dejectedly with his head in his hands. @@SilverHeart,
  19. Weird how the RP forums go dark every few months or so... where is everybody?

    1. NavelColt

      NavelColt

      Still replies happening consistently, I assume it's just certain circles within the RP community. School, work, all of the above.

    2. KittyTwilight
  20. Adrass. Adrass shook his head to try and clear the fog inside it. Memories and reality melded together, his mind drifting between past and present without purpose or cause. He blinked. "Begone Daemon." He muttered in the general direction of the whining voice. Were actual children as irritating as this? As stubborn and tiersome? "You have no power over me. Leave me to my task." He looked over the remaining bodies in the cart and willed his eyes to focus on them more easily. Whisper and Clarke: so long as he got the princess to safety, that was all that mattered. Whatever dark enchantment was scratching at the depths of his mind, he would overcome it through discipline and faith in himself. He would persist, he would survive and he would not fail. Thankfully, the cart should be easy to track. He hadn't stopped for a while to leave a marker or note of their progress - he could only hope that should his apprentice have entered the woods, she could follow his trail without assistance. On a slightly lighter note - Adrass thought - whatever had attacked him back before reaching the inn should be having a miserable time if they insisted on following still...
  21. Emerald Gaze. Emerald thought for a moment: it would be best to explore the hotel a little and get a feeling for the place that she would be staying. There was something that she wasnt being told about this place, and if finding out meant breaking the (more than a little suspicious, given recent findings) curfew, then she would want to know how best to remain out of sight of a certain Mr. Cask. Her room in particular was suspect - though that was nothing new. Every room that she was invited to stay in was suspicious until proven otherwise. "Certainly dear. It's just dawned on me that we have not actually seen the rooms that we are staying in - I would like to settle in, maybe inspect the hotel a little and see to my belongings for a moment... It would be nice if we knew where everyone's rooms were situated as well - I'd feel so embarassed if I knocked at a door and somebody unexepcted answered, especially if I woke them!" Pausing suddenly with a look of slight embarassment, she tittered a little And shook her head with an awkward smile. "Ahem, yes that sounds like and excellent plan dear. Shall we?"
  22. *************** N'herr Tavern. @@FirstPonySpectre, @@Scribblegroove, @@Evilshy, As the trio of newcomers stood in the doorway, the tension hung heavy in the air. The bartender watched the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity, fear and mild irritation on her face - obviously not fond of having her customers disrupted from their drinking and as such, herself disrupted from turning a profit. Masquerade (Assuming direct control for the moment at least.) "Tell you what, you two go get us some drinks..." Joel shrugged, motioning towards the bar. ".. and I'll see if I can find out whats gotten these guys so riled up ay us. I'd rather we not get into any fights we don't have to." He flashed a grin behind his mask and stepped forward into the tavern - glancing around again before striding over towards a nearby table and placing himself down alongside four of the taverns less intimidating looking patrons. *************** N'herr town center. @@SilverHeart, From behind the stall, a rather bland looking figure steps forward - an middle-aged fellow with a slightly balding patch in his mousy brown hair. He smiled awkwardly for a second, before giving up the pretence and reverting to outright fear. Something about this girl and her friends appearance obviously frightening him half to death. "Uhhmuh..uhh... That's ah... thats me, m'aam. Deseer Ma... Ma... Maglathor. You uhm... what do you... can I help you?" A bead of sweat ran down from his brow and his knees visibly shook. It was dificult to imagine such a person scouring ancient ruins for enchanted or cursed artifacts of any kind - he looked more the sort to scour the living room for his slippers at the end of a quiet day.
  23. Adrass. Adrass scowled, glancing around. The nerve - to suggest that the order were no more than puppets or slaves to some petty mind games! "There is no 'indoctrination' - I am no pawn or servant to lies. And you should mind your words assassin, before you begin throwing accusations of mind control around about one of our oldest and purest orders. One to which we all have to thank for the continued survival of our land." He paused, stifling a yawn and rubbing his face. After a few more trudging steps, he shook his head. "From the age of twelve, apprentices dedicate six hours each day studying martial abilities, four hours to spiritual perfection and understanding, two to basic schooling and two to survival and endurance training. He shrugged - there wasnt much to tell, but it was hardly a secret that dedication and hard work led to sucess. "At the age of eighteen they begin learning to combine these talents, and to focus them in such a way as to wield them as a weapon against Witches." It was simple, the way he saw it. In order for an apprentice to learn, they needed to be ignorant of the lies of the world before their training could begin. He wasnt exactly 'fond' of the orders methods, but he respected there efficiency and necessity... even if half of the apprentices did not survive to leave Wrathspire. "I was claimed as an apprentice and taken to Wrathspire Keep at the age of nine, began official training at the age of twelve and became a full fledged Witch Hunter after eight more years. Not once was I forced to believe anything - I was simply presented with the truth and the means to prepare myself for my role in life."
  24. *************** N'herr Market @@Windbreaker, @@SilverHeart, @, From near the stall, a small, hushed conversation could be heard. It was impossible to make out everything said, but it seemed that onlookers were debating the wares for sale. @, Once through the crowds, the stall that had been hidden proved quite elaborate - draped in fine purple cloth, it bore an array of fancy trinkets made from gold, silver and a rose-coloured metal that you couldn't identify. A small plaque at the very front read: Relics of the Old Kingdom. Discovered in Mystreach, these are genuine relics of the Old Kingdom - rediscovered by brave treasure hunters for your inquisitive nature. Own a piece of history for yourself! A second, smaller plaque beneath this also adds: Old Kingdom Relics are unpredictable and may on occasion be cursed. Deseer takes no responsibility for your personal health. All sales are final - no refunds! Displayed on the stall was an exquisite, gem encrusted coin. Made from a strange, rose-coloured metal somewhat similar to gold and with rubies set into the metal, it depicted the face of a beautiful, crowned woman on the side you could see in incredible detail. It was marked at eight gold pieces. There was also a Kriss made from the same rose-coloured metal that you couldn't identify. Long with a wavelike blade, it was likely crafted as an ornate, ceremonial dagger rather than a weapon of war. It was marked at ten gold pieces. Finally, a small box was for sale. About the size of a fist, it was made from a dark wood and reinforced along each corner and edge with what appeared to be steel. There didnt seems to be any lock or latch visible, nor any visible mark where it might open. it was marked at eight gold pieces. @@Windbreaker, @@SilverHeart, Intellect >= 3
  25. Adrass. 'When I find my way out of this wretched place I must contact the Order - It must be burned to the ground and the land salted so that it never again turns foul...' The hunter found himself thinking - only half registering what was happening around him. His eyes were heavy and in danger of diaobeying his will to stay alert, or even open. 'Rally the Hunters and...' 'Rally who, exactly? Your precious, dying order?' A second voice seemed to answer his dreamlike thoughts - female and familliar to him, both loved and loathed at the same time. 'Do you really think the hunters care about the greater good? I thought you might, but I was wrong wasn't I?' It asked. 'You might think that your loyalty to your feeble 'cause' is honorable, but really you're a traitor to everything that is good and right in this w...' "It was you that betrayed me, Witch!" Adrass jolted as his own voice snapped him out of his half-sleep: the waking dreams fading quickly To nothing but distant echoes in his mind. He shook his head and blinked widely several times. "Sorry." He muttered to anyone who might have heard whatever misguided litany he had shouted. "I was nodding off. We nees to leave this place quickly. This foul magic is... exhausting. Please, feel free to strike me if I begin to fall behind."
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