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  • The Djinn looked at her quietly before averting his gaze to Vellios, pointing at him with a somewhat more satisfied expression because the way that he wanted to pair up with somebody, he thouht they'd need a similar outfit. And theirs was quite similar. "... So then, you are saying that is my Dungeon Conqueror?"

  • He neared the human before slowly shrinking down a bit, raising an eyebrow at her once again and tilting his head slightly before asking in a somewhat offended way. "And why unfortunately, if I may? He doesn't seem half bad of a fighter, does he now."

  • The Djinn sighed and just looked at her before nodding while at the same time shrugging, suddenly turning into a ray of light that flew over to his weapon and formed a Djinn Symbol before it stopped glowing. And around then, Vellios started coughing, regaining his consciousness as he slowly sat up, looking around disoriented.

  • He looked at her quietly and nodded, standing up slowly before he realized they were floating somewhere he had no idea of. But it was certainly beautiful. "... Yeah. Thanks."

  • He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his dagger, crouching and picking it up as he noticed the weapon, quietly sheathing it once again before he just nodded at her. "... Right. And how does one use a Djinn..?"

  • He looked at her and nodded before letting out a sigh, sitting down with his legs crossed and yawning as he didn't say anything, just staring to the side at the beautiful scenery they were floating in as of right now.

  • He looked at her quietly before staring for a bit, nodding afterwards and sighing as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well... I just heard some shady people talking about it. And they did have that symbol, therefore they were more likely of Al Tharmen..."

  • He looked at her quietly before sighing and saying afterwards, looking away with a grin on his expression. "A theory, no, a fact on the other hand, more so. But... Well, you were the only one to put her trust in me, weren't you?"

  • He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned. "So somebody as noble as you, and in this case even of rare heritage, I should have expected to kill me and possibly enslave herself under the same reason?"

  • jay stiffened and stood up. " i couldve but i did you a favor and let you live. you seem to find it funny a fanilis like me isnt a slave. like i said i already have blood on my hands. if you give me a reason i will kill you" she hissed and walked to another corner of the platform and sat down where she couldnt see him, and vice versa

  • He sighed and just kept looking at the landscape as he said in a tired of her tone, making a few gestures in his speech. "You know, I don't find it funny. It's just surprising, all sarcasm cast aside. But I wouldn't expect you to kill me, in all honesty. I do have no reason to give, so."