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Four figures enter the nexus. They keep together in a group, looking around warily. Dungeons have taught them to always be vigilant.
A silver-haired, purple clothed woman stands in front of the rest of them. She looks as if she's visited this place before, and an air of confidence seems to come from her. Embroidered on the purple fabric is a light trail of pink, and a small picture of an owl's head seems to be part of it.
Slightly behind her is a young man. His messy brown hair and dusty clothes seem to give off one word: Natural. He seems gentle, and he looks around slowly, taking everything in.
Gripping a metal spear, a small, childlike creature stands. One would assume that she's a child, but the way she looks around and holds herself shows that she is not very young. Her leaf-like hair is tied, and two bangs fall on her face from her hat. She seems almost...elegant.
Finally, a tall, oddly dressed creature stands, watching. There is fur on his arms, and his hands are large and striped. The small, batlike wings on his back gently flutter. On his head there is a metal helmet, hiding his face. His clothes are eccentric, but they give off the impression of a Black Mage.
"Ask a question, huh?" The small creature says, reading the sign.
The young man turns to the crowd, addressing them. "Uh, would any of you know how to get back to Tipa from here? Our Chalice is full of Myrrh, but we suddenly found ourselves here."
"Also," The tall, metal-wearing Creature begins, "How is it that there is no Miasma here without the use of a crystal? I am quite curious."
A silver-haired, purple clothed woman stands in front of the rest of them. She looks as if she's visited this place before, and an air of confidence seems to come from her. Embroidered on the purple fabric is a light trail of pink, and a small picture of an owl's head seems to be part of it.
Slightly behind her is a young man. His messy brown hair and dusty clothes seem to give off one word: Natural. He seems gentle, and he looks around slowly, taking everything in.
Gripping a metal spear, a small, childlike creature stands. One would assume that she's a child, but the way she looks around and holds herself shows that she is not very young. Her leaf-like hair is tied, and two bangs fall on her face from her hat. She seems almost...elegant.
Finally, a tall, oddly dressed creature stands, watching. There is fur on his arms, and his hands are large and striped. The small, batlike wings on his back gently flutter. On his head there is a metal helmet, hiding his face. His clothes are eccentric, but they give off the impression of a Black Mage.
"Ask a question, huh?" The small creature says, reading the sign.
The young man turns to the crowd, addressing them. "Uh, would any of you know how to get back to Tipa from here? Our Chalice is full of Myrrh, but we suddenly found ourselves here."
"Also," The tall, metal-wearing Creature begins, "How is it that there is no Miasma here without the use of a crystal? I am quite curious."