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(Hound)

"Uhhh...no need to apologize. I shouldn't have annnnnd he's gone," Mythria mutters as Aleric leads away Bertram.

Mythria then rolls her eyes and mumbles to herself, "Smooth girl."

"He said he would help you when he is finished with his current business," Forjod reminds her, leading her to nod and say, "True."

As she waits for Aleric to return she hears a voice behind her ask, "And what are you supposed to be?"

Mythria turns to see an Apophis donned in a slim dark green outfit that menaces with all manner of spikes. Just behind her is a man with puffy white hair and a mustache donned in a black and red suit. Mythria flips her hair and responds to the interested party, "I'm a siren of the Old. A monster that would lure unwary sailors to their deaths with her tunes."

"Oh, well I'm dressed as a Wurm from the Old Times. The beast that was more focused on destruction rather than love," the Apophis explains as she shifts her body from side to side like a belly dancer.

"Oh I would have hated to have met one of those things back then," Mythria says with a chuckle.