[center][b]The Clayman's Finale[/center][/b]

Maria's eyes lit up like a child who just learned his parents owned a candy shop. "A boulder? I've never tried to stop a boulder before, do you think there's gonna be another one?" Her childlike, albeit strangely placed glee made her look as young as she was for a moment, before she cleared her throat and tried to look serious again. "Uh, I mean, I'm glad you're all relatively alright. Honestly I don't know much about what we're doing here, since I was just chosen to come in on a whim. If it's alright, I'd like to hear everything you know." She absently grabbed the end of her braid with her free hand, twisting it around her fingers. It was a nervous habit she had developed under the Queen's command, whenever she got reprimanded for breaking protocol.