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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Cabin, North Pass
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy]
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers, cold ring.
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Still perched over the dining table, Zeva’s eyes widened slightly as Mister Luum’s hands came into view, intercepting a drop of water before it could disrupt the paper map again. In a swift movement, Luum swiped the parchment away from Zeva’s view and moved it closer to himself instead.

Zeva pouted in silent rebellion against Luum’s scolding, though said nothing in return, as an act of admission of her wrongdoing. She stood up straight and began to comb her fingers through her hair, letting the remaining trickles of water spread down the ends of her hair and dampen the back of her hands. Her hands continued to fiddle with the strands, even after most of the water was whisked away, as Luum continued to speak.

On the parchment, a black smudge of ink replaced where a skull had been before, leaving only faint traces of where a pen had etched that symbol prior. Luum seemed to find this amusing, using the now blurred symbol as a means to escape Zeva’s questioning. His playful banter only made her worrying worse.

[Color=F6DC88]“Skull or no skull, it's an old ruin of a place that might have some clues in helping Bardulf do the big thing he's meant to do!”[/color]

Zeva tilted her head in confusion. [color=DCD1FD]“I don’t see how some old bricks are going to tell Bardulf what he’s supposed to do. I barely know what we’re doing now! What exactly is up there anyway? An abandoned town? A monster’s den? I guess I’ll be okay if there’s something to fight…”[/color]

[Color=F6DC88]“Don't worry, Ears, it'll be the North Pass finale… I think… uh, I hope. Yeah.”[/color]

Once again, Luum had used that appalling nickname, and Zeva was grateful that no one else was around to hear it. [color=DCD1FD]“It’s Zeva, Z-E-V-A, Zeva!!”[/color] She sighed, and continued to fidget with her hair. A few braids had already formed from the nape of her neck, and another one was in progress. [color=DCD1FD]“You don’t sound [i]too[/i] sure, are you certain of what’s out there?”[/color]