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Elise blinked. She couldn't have been out very long. Her limbs were still sore, but she heard her name, voiced by a woman. Blearily, she turned her head upwards and saw the room. She could faintly remember the room being much different, not so large, not to light. She saw the six figures, standing high above them. With a rough grunt, she moved her aching limbs, standing up. She stepped forward, legs shaking. She stared up at the tallest figure above them, the one that was obviously Terran. Questions. Questions? Yeah, she had a ton of questions. But magic was involved. All this magic. It would probably be wrapped in bullshit riddles, vague anecdotes. She didn't want to deal with any more bullshit than she had to. She just wanted to do this... mission thing. Whatever, this would be just like one of her more... questionable jobs. She shook her head, showing she had no questions while trying to clear her head. She felt so sluggish. She hated it.

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Drindiil, however, was not about to go quietly into the night. With cocky confidence, he strode forward slightly, clapping his hands together once. "Well, this sounds like an excellent adventure, and one worthy of my skill. So, my mystical guardians of good and magic, how should we tell the people of our mission? Do we do it loud and proud, with bards and parades, or use subtlety and shadows, telling the urchins vague riddles and rhymes that only come to fruition when our mission is complete?" Drindiil was not exactly the sharpest needle in the haystack, but he would definitely be the shiniest.