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The girls of Team Lahrien hang back from the others momentarily, talking amongst themselves.
"There's something not quite right about this...." Ageha purrs, leaning close to Serendice.
Nienna clutches her bow as the servants approach the team. She and the others reluctantly hand over their weapons and sit down at a table.
"Good God, Nienna! Look at all this grub!" Lila shrieks like a child in excitement and begins to stuff her plump, dimpled face.
Nienna, Serendice, and Ageha whisper in solemn conversation, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the teams around them.
"Team Light seems to be a bit on the dull side, if you follow me. Their strength far exceeds their wit," Ageha hisses, glaring at Team Light, who are seated nearby.
"And it seems to me that Team Disgrace are too self-possessed for their own good. Fem-nazis on a mission to prove the strength of women, but that could be their downfall," sighs Serendice.
"Team Ohtar and the Dragoons seem to have their wits about them," Nienna granted, "but I can't help but be suspiscious of any team with familial ties or close friendships."
Lila interrupted abruptly, bread crumbs and turkey skin spewing from her mouth. "I like those silly jesters! They look funny!"
Ageha stares at Lila in disbelief, then turns back to Serendice and Nienna.
"I say we go get our weapons back."
The other girls nod in agreement and they begin to look for opportunities to slip away unnoticed.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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