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Enda was silent as what appeared to be a small flock of angels landed in front of her. The knight was a bit awe-struck. There were beautiful things in her world, and there were great things, as well, but very rarely were they both. She clopped her mouth shut and tried to greet them all with the same smile she had given Ira.

"I don't know if you speak the common language, like this man here-" She gestured to Ira, "But I heard my name in there, somewhere. I'm hoping that you aren't discussing the best way to get rid of my body. I really haven't done a thing wrong, have I?" She hoped she hardly looked threatening, despite having a giant sword strapped to her back. Despite wearing heavy dark armor and having more muscle than these feathery men combined.