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[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris scratched his head, inadvertently knocking his hood off.

"I was discovering the truth... to put it poetically. Or to put it in a more realistic light, I was killing a bunch of people for what they did to me years ago."

"I know now I shouldn't have left; maybe I wouldn't have helped much, but I should have been here, fighting alongside my friends, the people I cared about. But at the time... I saw my chance for revenge, to find out what happened, and I selfishly took it instead of letting it go."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander, having been passed out on the table for most of this time, woke up slightly fatigued.
:"Huh? What's going on...?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Hello, Sir Jorinn."

Chris cleared his throat politely. He wanted to ask about Salvatore's very pink hair, but didn't quite know what to say about it. Clearly the man knew he had pink hair, and since Alex was also at the table he had to know too. Perhaps it was best to just not bring it up. If he could accept that his love had an alternate personality that may or may not be a demon, then pink hair was no problem. Therefore, it was time to change the subject and comment on something else that seemed obvious - but might not be the case.

"...I trust you and Anja have been getting along?"

[Powder Miner]

Well, Alexander considered, and he and Anja had been rather getting along.
...Continuing to be rather oblivious to any possible undertones, Alexander took the question and answered, literally.
: "Hmm, yes, I suppose we have been rather getting along."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"That's good to hear. I saw her sleeping on your arm earlier."

"I'm glad you two are together."

"...I think, in one way or another, that all of us have been good for each other. We're all better people for having formed this group."

"...I know I certainly feel as if I've become a man somewhere along the way, instead of the irresponsible person I was less than a year ago."

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena looks around, seeing Valor.
"Hey, Valor- oh, you... you seem a little bruised up."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Oh this? It's nothing, Olison and I were just trying out some new fighting techniques. He caught my arm with the blunt of this axe-" Valor indicated the axe now slung at his left hip. "-and I think I got his side at one point, but we're fine, for the most part. What've you been up to?"

[Powder Miner]

Alexander blushed and spluttered when Chris replied to him.
:"Together? Er, well, that's not what I thought you asked, and... er..."
Alexander began rather to look like a deer caught in the light, continuing to splutter ineffectually.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Oh, I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that the two of you looked so comfortable together I just assumed... Well, we all make mistakes."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander muttered something too quietly and lamely to be understood.

[Blade Master Model 42]

It was at this point that Valor noticed Salvatore was in the room. He did a minor double take first though. "Sal? That you? Where's your helmet?" Valor had never seen the rider without his helmet before- he'd nearly missed him with a shock of pink hair instead of protective steel.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, now I feel kinda bad for bringing it up."

He decided to drop it instead of embarrass the knight further - any relationship between he and Anja, if it existed, was probably still in the formative stages at best. And besides, Valor had found out a way to address Salvatore's new look, and he was interested in hearing the man's response.

[Sirus]

Just outside the door, Gregor had been debating whether or not to go back to the main room when he heard Valor's question.

Ah, a perfect distraction!
...and I kinda want to know, myself.

He walked back in as casually and inconspicuously as he could.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Did they have any marshmallows?"

Chris asked Gregor, trying to cover for his entrance in case Charlotte had seen him skedaddle earlier.

[Sirus]

: "What? Er, no. I'm afraid not."

Well, that entrance could have gone better. He hoped that people were to busy paying attention to Sal's story to register what was going on.