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Raleska, being direct, expected a direct answer. Unfortunately, her guarded inquiry was met not with a reply, but a question. A flicker of annoyance darted across her features, but she was quick to expel it -- it would do no good being a leader if your constant RBF and snarkiness chased everyone both good and bad away. She supposed she could live with it if it chased everyone away, but then she wouldn't have much of a family or social network to fall back on.

Still, she could not help the barb that snaked its way into her reply. "That depends. Can you help the dead?"