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>Turn 1:

“Why isn’t Tristain going with Sir Oswald?” Adeline asks, clutching her tea cup in both hands. “He seems to be an upstanding gentleman. Surely they’d pass this stage if they worked together…”

“Yeah, and what’s with those two?” May asks, pointing her finger at the image of Saoirse and Uriyan. “I don’t like Tristain getting all buddy buddy with them. Is he trying to replace us or something?”

“N-no, surely not.” Adeline says. “That is Sir Uriyan. You remember him from Solis, right? He was a good man.”

“I don’t know.” May says sullenly. “That girl…she’s small like me…but with way more killing power. And Uriyan’s as big as you, but with way more attitude. If he invited them to the fold…” May trails off, a look of horror on his face. “N-no…he wouldn’t do that….right?”

“O-of course not!” Adeline says, not sounding entirely unsure.

>Turn 2:

“Oh no, they work well together!” May cries out.

“Quit whining.” Chelsey says, her mouth full of apple. “They don’t really have a choice right now.”

“M-maybe I should not have dropped from the Competition.” Adeline says. “If I hadn’t, I could be there helping Tristain right now.”

Bronte stares closer at the orb, complete bewilderment on her face. “I-is that…Elric von Boramus? I know Tristain warned me about him but…I can’t believe that little shrimp is here…”

>Turn 3:

“What is that thing!?” May shrieks, hiding her face behind one of Bronte’s throw pillows.

“A vile summoned spirit.” Bronte says, looking over the form of the Death Knight. “I know this mage. He was imprisoned for this exact reason. He cannot control the spirits that he summons forth. This Death Knight rampaged through a Morfisian village. It took two whole squadrons of Yasha to eliminate it.” She grits her teeth. “Is this really necessary? What are they thinking…”

“Still wish you were there?” Chelsey asks Adeline, who nods affirmatively.

“That is a fearsome foe.” Adeline says. “But I believe Tristain will overcome it.”

>Turn 4:

“I knew it!” Adeline gets up from her seat and cheers at the image of Tristain decimating the Death Knight with his Bolt Axe.

“You sure did.” Bronte says, breathing a sigh of relief. “I had no idea he’d grown this powerful. He might be an annoying guy sometimes, but he still knows his way around a fight. Still…I’m curious.” She trails off, staring at Saoirse. “How is it this girl has the same Crest as Tristain? She’s from Sreng. That doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe she’s his long-lost sister?” May says.

“That’s…unlikely.”