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[choseherownway]

[Lena is sitting cross-legged on her bed with a sword balanced across her knees. She scowls down at it]

Why are these...apartments so white? [The way she says 'apartment' makes it clear the word is unfamiliar] It's almost enough to give a person snow blindness.

I need to get some air. Is there anyone out there with some familiarity in using a sword? Or...who doesn't mind facing off with someone using one, for that matter. I need practice against more than just people using the same weapon as me. [She shoves a hand back through her hair] Especially in this place.

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[choseherownway]

[The name sounds Riagan to her, but the likelihood of anyone from her world being in this place is slim to none, she's noticed] I'm Lena. Welcome to Exsilium, where everyone has too many question and less answers.

[mentore]

Like anywhere else, I would say.

[He pulls back the hood now, revealing the rest of his bearded face and his long hair tied back by a red ribbon into a ponytail.]

So it seems I am to live with you here.

[choseherownway]

[There's a brief second where her gaze focusses unerringly on his, but she's mostly just taking note of his features to make sure she can recognise him again] You're very observant. [Driest tone :'D] Just don't set anything on fire.

[mentore]

I do not plan on setting the place where I am to live on fire.