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Right then, as if on cue, a crestfallen blonde elf entered the tavern, the blue of her tunic a perfect match for her emotions at that moment. Without saying a word, she shambled over to the group's table, the usual nobility of her presence replaced by utter dejection as she arrived at Siegfried and Roxana's side, unceremoniously plopping down on a chair next to the latter. Her head leaned on the back of her seat while an elongated half-groan escaping from her slightly ajar lips, further signifying the frustration that her efforts to collect information had begotten. After a moment or two, Sylanna finally made an effort to straighten herself, glancing over at her green-haired friend and her heavily armed senior legionnaire with a blank look on her face.
"Crushing an army of the defiled dead in the biting cold of my homeland is so much easier than finding information on this dumb hole." She deadpanned.
"I can't speak to the veracity of such a claim, but it does seem to be a lot harder than actually fighting them, judging by our lack of success here." Mircella chimed in softly as she too sat down at the table, having seemingly appeared from out of nowhere. "I haven't had any luck either." She commented with a sigh, though unlike the elven knight across from her, she quickly cheered up, unwilling to let her lack of success in her current endeavor foul her mood. "Oh well. I suppose that just means we'll crack the case at the last moment and arrive at our destination in the nick of time." She spoke with a charming smile.
The white-haired priestess' apparent unwavering enthusiasm began to rub off on the blonde legionnaire, who let out a weak chuckle as she propped her elbow up on the table and rested her head on her hand. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" She said, glancing at Mircella. "At least someone's got their spirit intact. And here I was about to ask if it's too early to start drinking." She added, laughing a bit more both at herself and the situation.
"Well maybe a pint or two wouldn't be amiss. It might cheer you up a bit." The priestess remarked. Nodding along, Sylanna glanced around to spot the bar, still not used to the layout of this specific tavern, when it caught her attention that their party was still one man short.
"Hey, where's Frey?" She asked, to which the priestess shrugged.
"My guess would be flirting with this headquarters' receptionist. She's got an exotic Tejin beauty to her." She offered, recalling his especial attentiveness to the tanned redhead earlier. Of course, it was just as likely that he was feeding his hawks, but that was the less amusing possibility.
"That libidinous son of a harlot." Sylanna remarked, causing Mircella to laugh. Realizing what she had just said, she paused. "Maybe I do need that drink..."
After a few moments passed and she had calmed down, the white-haired Zarokin spoke up again. "So, I have been thinking, there is a jagged pit on the map marking our next destination, right? But what if instead of denoting a hole on the surface, it refers to a cavern deep underground?"
