[center][h1][color=AD7672]S ʏ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɪ ᴀ[/color][/h1][/center]
[right][hr][color=gray][b]The Well of Valdis[/b]
12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Syrenia allowed the snow-haired woman take lead, speaking and interacting with the others that had risen.

It wasn’t that Syrenia didn’t know or want to engage the individuals in front of her, but it was more out of the fact that her head was still cloudy and everyone speaking felt like a sort of overload of noise and sensation. But she looked to them, putting their faces to memory, or at least the best she could. She wondered if she could trust them. Any of them. How could she given the only thing they had in common was ignorance and the fact they all were unequipped to deal with whatever might laid above on the floors above. She took a light breath before she looked to the group before her as suggestions of moving upward and checking for others were made. She looked to the last of the stragglers, a woman of blonde and porcelain, though it was hard to tell through all of the filth and debris.

[color=AD7672]“That is a very good question.”[/color]

Syrenia thought about the question – about the circumstances of their presence in a queer and alien place. It was one she personally would’ve liked to know the answer to.

[color=AD7672]“But I think it would be wise… to see if we can all remember our names and introduce ourselves before we venture furthur.”[/color]

She bit her lip, thinking. She had remembered her name, so perhaps all of them were the same? Even if they didn’t, the smart thing to do, as far as she could deduce, was to understand each other to the best they could before they ventured into a twisted dungeon. Syrenia looked at the swirling pool of liquid on the floor that she had awoken in. It still smelled as awful as it did when she woke up in it, like that of dirt, excrement, blood, and muck. She was surprised her stomach could stand it. Perhaps that meant her body was used to it? Like she had been here for some time? It would make sense considering this did not look like the battlefield she barely remembered. The battlefield that she remembered albeit barely so.

[color=AD7672]“My name is Syrenia. That’s all I can remember. I believe I’m skilled with bow and sword… but things are hard to recall.”[/color]
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