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[There is one very scowly looking blond looking at her surroundings, visible both on the network and in person outside the apartments. She mutters under her breath:] You piss off one mage...

[Clearing her throat, she tries and fails to force the scowl off her face] My name's Lena. I need to be - not here. Look, I'm grateful for the rescue, but it's a little too late. I made a deal, and I have six months - I have six months. None of which I can afford to waste here.

You people need to stop making other people fight your battles for you and learn to stand on your own two feet. It's not my job to hold your hand into a better future.

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[She doesn't change expression, but she holds out her hands. They're calloused, with a few marks here and there that look like burns. There's almost something like a smile about her lips, but she's still in a bad enough mood that it doesn't come out]

Not everything in that room looked like a sword. Or any other kind of weapon I've seen before. Is there any sort of rhyme or reason to who they're picking out? I mean-- [she shrugs] I'm a blacksmith's apprentice. Doesn't strike me as the go to person for fighting a war. Unless they need a lot of nails.

[If she won't smile, he will.] You don't have to prove anything to me. [He shakes his head.] I try to judge covers by their books, not the other way around.

And I'm not a soldier either— I do clerking work for a bishop. I haven't seen much fighting since the days of my misspent youth.

I was speaking a bit poetically about the swords, but yeah. [He was kind of frightened by the vast selection of weapons they had.] Wars are always paid for by the common people… but you're right. Most of the people I've met here aren't common. All rules have their exceptions, I guess. [He's not going to prod into her "just a blacksmith" story, even if her guardedness tells him there's probably more to it.]

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I wasn't. [She's quick to say it, tugging her hands back to her body] Disproving that theory, is all. I don't have anything to prove. [This is a lie]

[Blinkblink] A...bishop. [no gods, no priests in her kingdom :'D]

[And then there's a brief hesitation here, because she's just been informed that she's on the verge of causing a war back home. The idea that it's going to be taken out in common blood isn't one she wants to face] What kind of people have you met here, then?

A bureaucrat with a fancy hat. [He's from a militant theocracy. But he will also pantomime a large hat for purposes of… edification.]

Let's see… there was the elf, the ghoulish elf, and the girl who said she was the reincarnation of a thousand past heroes. There was another girl who was quite insistant I make her tea— a born aristocrat if I've ever met one.

[She coughs to cover a smile, because NO THAT'S NOT FUNNY except it totally is]

Elves. As in - small creatures that sneak into shoemakers shops at midnight, elves?

I think it makes him look very dignified. [He says this so brightly he can't possibly be serious.]

They're about as tall as I am. [He's six foot nothing, for the record.] But their ears are large and pointy.

I'm sure.

[She eyes him for a moment] ...I guess I already met one myself. [Who looks almost exactly like the person she's running from] Have you come across anyone who looks like someone you know? But - isn't?

Someone that I know? [He shakes his head.] I once ran into someone I thought I knew— and I was right, I only thought I knew him. But that was a long time ago.

...Sounds like something different from what I'm talking about. [She rubs a hand over her face] You've - been helpful. [A beat] Thanks.

I don't like any of this, you know.

Being kidnapped to fight somebody else's war? I'm shocked.

[He laughs at that, and it seems genuine.]

No. I'm not fond of it, but like I said, wars are always fought for somebody else.

I don't like not knowing the how or why. And I don't like that they've made it so easy to talk to each other, without giving up much reason to trust. I don't like how that adds up.

Have you seen many wars, then? My homeland - it's not very common

[She taps the netbook] You don't have anything like this either? I mean - there are magic mirrors, but both magic and mirrors are expensive.

There's always a war, somewhere, at least where I come from. I've seen a few; I'm older than I look, you know.

We have magic, too, and mirrors. Rarely together. Nothing like— whatever that is.

[That puts her a little on edge] How old, exactly?

Thirty-seven. [Not immortal, just vain.]

Oh. yes. Ancient, in comparison to your appearance. [Her tone is completely flat, but there's a quirk to her lips that suggests she's teasing. Unlike almost everyone else Lena's spoken to so far, she's actually getting along with this guy]

Hey, you have to cut me some slack. I'm older right now than I've ever been.

One would hope. [She shuffles awkwardly for a moment] All right, so I...should go. There's a place I have to find, where I'm supposed to be living. Apparently.

In this building here— [since they are right outside the apartments.]

Good luck with the roommates.

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