Torrina and Corun are eager to pitch in, offering their own suggestions which are weighed and measured by their senior before he gives his own opinion on them. As the time passes, we narrow down on the better choices for the pair of monsters, Crinis listening intently whilst Tiny sleeps in the corridor.
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HOLY MOLY! Seventy three?!
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"How on Pangera am I supposed to know?" she sounded exasperated. "I don't know their levels or Skills even slightly! From what we know, they don't even evolve, so I can't judge from their physical forms or mutations. What am I supposed to go on?"
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Ah, an ant's work is never done.
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Using my mandibles, I take their helmets off and end them in one swift bite. They stare at me with hatred and rage, not an ounce of fear in them as I do it. Sunk deep into the meditation Skill, there is little emotion, except the whispers that echo throughout my body that trickle through the Vestibule. They tell me something I need to hear. They tell me something that pushes away the tremors in my heart.
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"Terrible. It's impossible to enjoy torpor with all of this mess running through your head."
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Titus growled in frustration. He'd feel a lot better once he started cutting down insects. It was time he headed out on patrol. His axe was thirsty.
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"If we spread word of that around, a few more crafters may be willing to lend a hand," Cobalt muses.
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Dilbryn
I stare at them all.
Chrysalis
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