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Lier snatched the water and thanked Milly, raising it to a toast then drunk. Gulp, gulp, gulp! He was indeed very thirsty. That didn't allow enough time for drinking Diger, who finally started on the mead, to observe the contents of the water nearby. "H-Hm?" Iso seemed lost now. Beside him...

An image like "torture chairs and schemes" had Iso flinch. To him, religion should stand as a guider of life and nothing more, including that of radicalism. And for Milly to describe the cult in such a casual manner surprised him. "The R-R-Royal Sisters..." "Think it would be a good reason to...

All Erro could think about was the prejudice between the Ghobarians and the Huujarians. The persistent war between them was the only reason why he would continue serving under their mercy. "Can't rid segregation much. Just a natural occurrence." "Don't be such a downer," Vine said. "Believing...

"Hey, you're the first," Lier said. "Didn't take you for a monster when we met you. So, as long as they... you know--." Glancing to Iso's loud gulp of the mead, Lier fluttered his eyes. "Well, as long as they're not willing to attack us." "I'd be fully willing," Vine said. "Enough to even talk...

"They any good?" Lier searched about himself for some water. Vine returned his attention to the books about, sipping at his mead, finding himself in a mental predicament with himself to refrain from stealing anything. No one thought more than Diger, though, who came to his side. "Have you...

"We should go see a game while we're out here," Lier said. "Would wanna get a taste of the excitement." No doubt Vine agreed with a nod. Down the can opening Diger's curious finger went, interested in the consistency. Unlike him, Iso hadn't taken a sip yet, for he remembered his parents over...

"Sounds like a fun game," Lier said. "And intense." He took the mead can floating at the side, throwing one to Vine who beckoned to him. Nearby Iso struggled to catch his can, then grasping it open upon the trembling catch. Diger took a can for himself but did not drink it; he studied its...

"Well, I'm the common drunk," Vine shrugged with a smirk, amazed at the obedient appliance. "But I'll take the mead." "R-Ringball? What's th-that?" Iso flinched to the buried horn. Hearing Milianor's trinket smuggled in the clutter, Lier couldn't help but chuckle. In some ways or another, he...

Considering the consequences of the ward stuns, Lier nodded. "Hmm." He wondered what the Enforcers were but didn't question it. "No thanks. Think I'll stick to water for now." Every opportunity for study livened Vine's expression. "That's just him. You got some beer around here?" "Ta, you...

For sure, that was clear to Lier, who laughed. "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep myself from that. I bet you can hear the signal miles away!" Nothing was more interesting than the dark magic arts to Vine, especially after encountering his first Shadow Dragon. Steady eye contact and still stance...

Stooping with interest in the seeming contraption, Iso scanned about the cartridges' detail: the title, the enigma of insertion clearance between the console's body and its package, the wall of dust on its surface. Never had he seen such technology and was more so imagining its capacities...

"O-Oh," Iso was the first to take a seat on the floor, meeting eyes with still-standing Diger. "Stun wards...? That does sound like i-i-it'll cut." On his way to a seat beside Erro, Liernoine popped his fingers, leaving Erro sure to turn away from that infamously cracking noise. "Hey, sorry to...

"Oh, oh yeah," Lier said. Before he knew it, Millianor dug into her canned food, leaving him to consider the realm about them. "This room... It looks so different from our world." "Can't compare a room to a world, you know," Erro scoffed, finding himself a seat. "Didn't mean it like that. Just...

Hearing the struggle, the five travelers contemplated in silence. Erro couldn't help but look out the window and behold the advanced city below, one of a dream reminding him of capital Ghobar. Vine looked from the dagger to the window and the time about it, feeling its calming aura about its...

"Are?" Iso turned to the dragonborn's discomforting arrival. "Are you alright?" With some deduction, Lier found out that either Milly played an interesting front of a casual apartment dweller or seriously was a somewhat disorganized native. Resting beside the shaded windows, he placed a hand on...

Just as the moments blurred existence, Lier's momentous excitement blurred his consciousness. He always thought time travel would appear itself similar, as a stretching panorama of a continuum. Yet, at the same time, the lunge was more than his mind could believe, to comprehend, for when the...

"Wait," Iso held closer to Diger, "We're not going with you, Milly?" Erro nearby could almost smell the tension building with his leader. Instead of bringing up the letter again, he pondered the future response of the Chief on their long trek away. "Well, you heard 'er. Just yell for li'l...

"Wait, 'back to [her] place?'" Erro frowned, going along with his crew. "Yeah, didn't hear 'er?" Excitement lit in Vine's eye. "We're going to her place, to get Diger all fixed up." To him, the exhausting matter became a major blessing in disguise. If only more could die for such an outcome...

"How timely," Erro just had to add, brushing his forearm against the holster on his side as he walked ahead. "Let's go guys." "I'm supposed to say that," Vine muttered. "Still takin' notes there? Hey, guys, let's go." He came up beside Milly and motioned his hands with a "you first." Right...

"Oh," feeling through his greasy hair, Vine nodded. To get Diger the proper help he needed was something he would be willing to do, while also having the opportunity to get his own keeps in a new nation, a new world. And, of course, he would probably prevent himself from telling the Chief. "You...