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After a few moments of consideration, Faelynn decided that it couldn't kill to get on a first-name basis with the men. It would be better than them just calling her "purple-haired chick" or "you girl" for the duration of the time they were together. With a soft sigh, Faelynn finallly turned her eyes up to the males.
"Faelynn." She gave her most strained half-smile, trying to be polite to the unfamiliar ones. With a nod, she looked back at her toes. With any luck, they hadn't seen her eyes, her dead give away...
She heard them talking about...well, she wasn't all that sure what they were talking about. There was something about Archfiends, but she couldn't place it as to what that could mean. They mentioned the others, who, now that she thought of it, were missing. Had they been in that last room with the Oni? No, not that she remembered. No matter, though. Less people for her to be forced into conversation with.
Kross said something about there being far worse things than the Oni lurking down here in the dungeons, which caught Faelynn off guard slightly. What could be worse than that thing? She let her imagination roam, and shuddered with fear.