[center][h1][color=#318CE7]Campanella[/color][/h1]
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Interacting with: [@Morose], [@sMoKe], [@BlueSky44]
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Campanella had been in between a rock and a combat hardened boar. His opponent had managed to get a good lick at him, parting the surface of his right shoulder in an attempt to parry the charge. The drastically weakened hog already knew it was on its way out; Kayaba and his development team had consummately decimated the wall between binary code and sentience. So what does one do in their last moments should they decide to not surrender themselves unto the clutches of death? Take their assailant with them. 

At least that was what the boar had intended to do. It was then that a glimpse of red encompassed his vision, accompanied by an incongruous masculine voice. With adrenaline surging through his cardiovascular system, Campanella almost instantly attributed the voice to the redhead’s brother, Jace. Heading the player’s callout, the swordsman broke the mob’s guard and leaped back, opening a gap for Janelle to slip through while Campanella scrutinized the red streak traversing his arm.

Starkette nodded in accord to the white-haired girl’s words. She spoke with an air of confidence, mitigated with a pinch of dubiety, but not a sort that would prove to be fatal. While she maintained a relatively composed countenance, Campanella wasn’t really too good for show. His expression had devolved into a scowl more pronounced than the usual one he sported. It wasn’t the faint vermillion still lingering that had him agitated. The indifferent and distant Campanella was feeling remorse for his fallen comrade, even though it was quite literally out of his control. It was just how he dealt with the constricting feeling of loss. Yet that didn’t stop him from chiming in as a member of the provisional party, [color=#318CE7]”We should find an inn and cook the fruits of our efforts.”[/color] The player was of course referring to the slabs of ham they had reaped and stored in the intangible dimension that was one’s inventory. As he spoke, he glanced around, taking in the sights and sounds of the towns. It was borderline impossible to discern between NPC and player, which forced him to rely on stature of the model. He continued, [color=#318CE7]”We can offer it to the inn-owner or any NPCs staying the night, and perhaps we’ll fulfill a few hidden quests, maybe get a few health potions. Whatever we don’t eat ourselves or offer to others can be sold to a vendor before we turn in or first thing in the morning. The hides could also be sold for adequate amount of health potions.”[/color]

With his two cents finally tossed into the well, Campanella waited for any other knowledgeable opinions. Not even glancing over to the redhead, he mumbled a faint [color=#318CE7]”Thanks.”[/color], his gaze still locked past Janelle.