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[center][h3]--Osprey - Village--[/h3][/center]
[color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Well, yes, was it wrong to demand a white mage to heal? Esben could say the silliest of things sometimes, but she figured he was doing it purely to garner some kind of reaction, maybe a part of his SEED training, play the facade of a jester so others would underestimate him, a rather ingenious skill if she could say so herself. 

[color=d3d3d3][b]"Hmm."[/b][/color] The black mage was all earholes as the Garden operative started elaborating his take on the matter. He brought up very fair points, even if he could infiltrate the occupied capital with little to no issues, the same couldn't be said for the rest of the party, not to mention the time constraints. Eve frowned subtly, trying to come up with something to justify avoiding the rabbit-eared kunoichi, but she came up short. With a silent sigh, she resigned to let the more diplomatic folks handle the negotiations, a rather peculiar one since it’d involve former mortal enemies working with each other...

With nothing else to be said, she followed along with her comrades and their newfound ally(?) to the nearby inn.
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[center][h3]--Village - Inn--[/h3][/center]

While Izayoi was handling their accommodation administration, Eve decided to simply pick one of the vacant table seats and sat there nicely, blending into the shadows with her hood up like some kind of shady figure at a tavern's corner, well, quite less intimidating than that due to her lack of stature. Really, right now silence was golden considering the tension in the air...

Tension that had no room for shenanigans, but it seemed [i]one[/i] of them didn't get that message. The artificial eidolon could only watch with unamused half-closed eyes as the aspiring hero Robin performed his flamboyant introductions. It was rather painful to watch and Eve had to try her best to silence the exasperated groan stewing in her throat. Fortunately, nothing fatal came of it, the Viera didn't lash out and Izayoi wouldn't have to cut down her fellow countrywoman. [color=d3d3d3][i]Miina lacks confidence, while Robin has [b]too much[/b] of it. Truly, moderation is key...[/i][/color]

While Esben and Eliane were doing their Garden thing with Chisaki and Rudolf giving a lecture to the overenthusiastic hero, the Pseudolon found herself approached by the third and last of the party's Skaellan roster, carrying two cups of tea with him. At first, she assumed he was the type to really love tea so one portion wouldn't be enough, but then he made it clear that said second cup was for her instead. [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Her red eyes stared down at the filled container, wondering if he should just give it to someone who actually needed it, but then she remembered that people drink tea mainly for pleasure and recreation. Therefore, no issues.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"Thank you."[/b][/color] Eve replied tersely, but there was no hint of hostility in her voice, she was simply a person of few words. The horned girl proceeded to wrap her fingers around the cup's ear while lightly brushing the opposite side with her other hand, letting the beverage stew for now. [color=d3d3d3][b]"This journey has been nothing but full of surprises, some pleasant, some less so, I suppose this is one of the former."[/b][/color] 

Eve turned her gaze toward the Sollan, realizing that they couldn't be more different. He was dark-haired, blue-eyed, tanned, tall, athletic, and skilled in the arts of the martial and physical, while she was light-haired, red-eyed, pale, diminutive, scrawny, and proficient in the arcane instead. Technically, they were both Sollans and moments like these made Eve wonder how she’d look like had she been allowed to grow naturally as a person, not a lab rat. 

[color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Her thoughts caused her to stare at Anton's face, one that was awkwardly longer than necessary, a blunder that she realized far too late as she momentarily diverted her gaze back to her cup, taking a sip of the vanilla milk tea to mask her anxiety, the warmth and taste worked wonders at doing so. 

[color=d3d3d3][b]"I see,"[/b][/color] She curled a small, difficult smile at Arton's confession, if only they were all here for a vacation... [color=d3d3d3][b]"Yes, it's a pretty country, and we're here to restore things to how they're supposed to be, it'll be even more beautiful by then."[/b][/color] A tinge of burning ambition momentarily flashed on her visage as she recalled the two main culprits of the world's woes. 

Speaking of, she was curious what part of the world Arton hailed from, aside from herself, the swordsman might just be the most secretive about his homeland, however, she came from Valheim, there were plenty of reasons to be ashamed, but what about him? She was... curious.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"What about your homeland? Is it as beautiful as Osprey?"[/b][/color]