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[@Silver Carrot](RBC),[@PaulHaynek]

Magnus was relieved by Rebecca's explanation of her job; It seemed that even though she'd been in dangerous territory, she'd made it back okay. She must have really known how to handle herself...he'd heard stories from his brothers-in-law about the terrifying ferocity of Varjan fighters. Maybe she'd been able to disguise herself as a normal Order priest to get by or something. Thinking back on his own job, Magnus would be sure to ask Bart about the flowers Kyle needed; He'd been practically everywhere it seemed, so maybe he knew a thing or two about regional plants. 

Dinner came, and the Minotaur ate, taking care to mind his manners a bit. Just because Rebecca was fine with him not wearing a shirt didn't mean he should risk eating like the barbarian he was supposed to be. Small bites and slow pace. When the question of a guild name sprung forth from Bart, Magnus swallowed a bite of meat he'd been nursing before speaking: [color=FF5353][b]"Well...up north we try and name battle companies after something about our leaders. A-At least that's what my dad told me. T-Though...its not like I know enough about you Mr. Bart to come up with something like that. Maybe start it with something strong sounding, like a metal?"[/b][/color]
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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist]

As frost set over the armored figure's form, Nephele's lips curled into a slight smile; Metal became brittle in the cold, especially when frozen by magic. Books on alchemy and smithing that had been left in heaps in her treasury taught her that much at least. Now Maria's strikes would hopefully be more effective, if not immediately fatal. However, Christine had ran farther than anticipated; She'd hoped that she would stay in the hall, rather than return all the way to...what sounded like her room from the direction and distance of the door slam. She didn't know if this being had a flaw to exploit, but did know that it seemed fond of only using that sword.

As such, while it was still frozen to the ground, Nephele began slashing at the midsection of the sword, her scaled claws driving sparks along the steel, as she sought to leave gashes large enough to have the sword itself just fall apart, in case Maria's thrust proved to be ineffective. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Christine is the key, Maria! If she dies, then the story ends with a bad ending. I don't fully understand it myself, but the Phantom is in control, but isn't the one sending this thing after her. Ice worked, so if it moves again, keep freezing it. I'll guard her."[/b][/color] the dragoness shouted, before sprinting up the stairs to make sure Christine hadn't fallen into some sort of trap. In novels similar to this, there was always a cliche of the damsel being kidnapped in a supposedly safe place while everyone is looking for the killer so...here's hoping the Phantom was a bit more original. Not just for the sake of narrative originality.