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Rael’s attention shifted from the bar to Alja as the taller woman stumbled into a table, moving around with the grace of an elephant on a rickety bridge.

Graves had immediately went to check on Alja, as he rightfully should have. One of their most important members of their group was acting… Rael paused as she wiped her eyes with her hand, still feeling the effects she had been stricken with. Piecing things together was easy for her. Rael noticed things. She wasn’t a planner, but she had immersed herself in the world of Aetheria fairly well. She noticed that NPCs didn’t have conventional patterns, that quest items didn’t respawn, NPCs didn’t have stock dialogue, and other meticulous things that many other players didn’t think about. She was in school for computer programming and complex scientific theory, so it was all very second nature to her.

[color=#A84B5E]“You alright, ice queen?”[/color] She called out, before smirking, [color=#A84B5E]“Do we need to get a stretcher?”[/color]

Despite her snark, something felt weird and wrong. Rael just couldn’t put her finger on it.

She turned back toward the bar and waved at one of the denizens, the NPC staff members who worked the Hall when the Hall was needed for a raid or other kind of operation. Within a few moments, the maid-waitress girl moved to Alja and Graves, speaking with a kind albeit concerned tone.

[color=dodgerblue]“Is everything alright, heroes? Can I help?”[/color]



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