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Not formally meeting the red sea leader, once more the reaper felt intimidated by the woman. Though eased upon the smile and rather warm welcoming, her meek nature descended just a bit, and was able to approach closer, "it- looks nice!" and she hoped it would be. It was a lot of travelling to gain here, to the point somewhere losing the rest.

"I like it's near the sea," Grímnismál said, pointing to the obvious. Her ruby-eyes glanced toward the distance, before her body bristled like a cat to an alarming sound. Fear, was a general word for the small tailess medic, as she worriedly looked to the voice that simply screamed, 'who the fuck are you!'

And so she noped, and hid behind Rosalyn.