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Danielle stared at the purple haired lady who approached her. Surreptitiously observing her information, she noticed she was much a higher level character, capable of relatively effortlessly disposing of her. She appeared amiable, but Danielle was more concerned as to why such a clearly advanced person would wish to request her assistance in dungeons of this magnitude. As her gaze was locked into her eyes, she noticed them shift to the crowd and heard those that spoke of her. The information she perceived wasn't exactly favorable. Of course Danielle was safe within the capital of the city, she was curious if this was some deceptive tactic to assassinate her. Clearly, she wasn't quite partial to being assassinated.

"Why should I trust you?" she inquired with a tone of suspicion, crossing her arms and legs infront of her as the fountain softly emanated a gentle mist across them. "I haven't the slightest clue as to who you are, Reika." The whispers and hushed voices of those staring further perturbed her as Reika stood above her. Danielle wasn't a cynical or mistrusting person, but the game has been changed and we've been dealt different cards.

Of course, Danielle was desperate and someone this more advanced could provide exceptional assistance, especially considering the numerous player killers that pervaded throughout the outside of the cathedral walls that surrounded Heide. She sincerely wished to trust her, but she required something concrete. Simply departing with a plausible assassin wasn't the most intelligent move, considerably so within these circumstances.