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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Corvus shrugs, humming to himself.

[Empiricist]

Silica carries the pair of sabers in their scabbards, often, she would shift the way she was carrying them and keep the handles as far away from herself and others as possible.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron keeps the Night's Shard away from Silica, but most of his other knives are within reach.

[Vgray]

"Let me think. Lordaeron, of course, Gilneas, Alterac, the Arathi, and the island nation of Kul Tiras. I'm not counting the Magocracy of Dalaran, they had more than just humans, though they were members of the early Alliance. Add in Stormwind and that makes six."

[Empiricist]

"Sorry for slowing everyone down so much."
Indeed, Silica was walking at a below average pace. Since she has zero in speed along with every other non-magic stat.
"*whistles in awe* A plague razed five whole kingdoms?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron slows himself to match.
"It isn't far anyway, lass."

[Empiricist]

"Will the shops still be open this late hour?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Presumably."

[Empiricist]

"I hope so." Whilst walking, Silica silently prays. <Corvus... has the corruption of this world at all?>

[IamanElfCollaborator]

>A little bit. It is nothing I cannot remove.<

[Empiricist]

<Okay, I probably won't be needing to cast as many spells now with the circles and apparatus set up... wait... you can see everything, right?>

[IamanElfCollaborator]

A crow flies near Silica, as if to say 'yes'.

[Xantalos]

We both see many things.

[Empiricist]

Silica averts her eyes and tries not to blush from the implications.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

>Oh my. Well.<