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Lucky Breeze
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The Qal jogs up to meet then as they disembark, hurriedly straightening his bracers. "As a representative of the Delv people," he says excitedly, clanking a bit in his armor as he sweeps low to the ground, "this Collective, whose name and rank is Private First Class Euraeus, is honored to welcome you to the Arcane Plane. You are pilgrims of the Arcanopolis, yes?"
"That's correct," says Dio.
"Killer," says Euraeus. "Uh, sorry, I mean, the Commandant of the 54th Shock Troopers has requested that you visit him at the Border Elite Ops HQ to talk to you. I mean Debrief. Nice mask. Ah, sir. Sorry."
"Thanks," says Dio, adjusting it. "Can we trust this guy?"
"The Qal are refreshingly straightforward," says Jai. "If the PFC wanted us dead, he would have just marched up and run us through. Isn't that right, Euraeus?"
"Yes, ma'am," says Euraeus proudly, then flushes. "I mean, uh, no. Well I would, but I wouldn't want to run you through or anything, it's just, hah, um, my job. If that was my job. Which it's not. Uh, I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology," says Jai in formal tones.
"The kithik are using weapons now," says Dio abruptly.
"They're animals," explains Euraeus. "That'd be like walking home from work and finding your cat"
"Dog," says Jai.
"dog sitting on the couch and reading your newspaper. It seems, ah, unlikely."
"It's what happened," says Dio.
"Well, I wouldn't second guess an Arcanopolitan," shurgs Euraeus. "It seems unlikely to me, but so was ever meeting a vidder cyclops until two minutes ago. You'll want to tell that to the Commandant. Um, sir. Sorry. Are you coming?"
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