>>6293625You’re about to call for the maid to cap the candles, keeping your room lit, when your door opens once again, though, instead of a servant or noble entering the room, you see three familiar faces. One belonged to a short and tanned woman with features most unlike many other humans in Lindan, another a taller and well-built blonde woman with a face that always remains impassive, and the final one rested on a tall man whose face droops with the signs of exhaustion. Your friends are here! (Except Cathy that is) So naturally, you remain calm and aloof as befitting your stature. But before they even approach your mind, it already knows what you wish to ask them.
>[Write-in]>And that’s not much at all 