There goes my room. Really, what are the chances of a flying hunk of scrap metal landing directly in the middle of my room? The Goddesses must really hate me.

And everyone, stop worrying about me already. The monsters may be gone, but we still have the aftermath to deal with. There are more important matter to attend to.

That means you, Prydain.

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[voice post start; ENGLISH]

Nngh--soku, curse this damned place!

[silence, aside from the mage's painful-sounding breathing]

I guess... it got a little too close...

I hate this god-forsaken city.

[audio cuts off]

(OOC: INJURED, BUT STILL ALIVE o/)