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A chill settles over D'Aleen at the cloaked figure's "welcome". Uneasily she fingers her bow and glances back out the way they came, looking for any signs of a threat from behind them while their attention has been captured. Seeing nothing at the moment she turns to observe this new foe, the master of this hell they find themselves in.
She realizes Attrah is on his guard, despite the relaxed attitude, but a shiver of fear steals through her and she tenses and slowly backs towards the wall on the opposite side of the door from the Father and Krazixs. Gripping her weapon tighter she waits for a response and gets ready to fight if need be.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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