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The seance, and all that had happened during, was done. It felt like it had been a lifetime, though if one were to call on her to guess, Vivian would guess that it had been less than two breaks, possibly not even one. But so much had happened during that break, as her blurry vision attested. Fortunately, she still had the glasses that Ralaith had given her. She put them on and sighed as her vision cleared. At least Ralaith had been nothing but helpful. The twins, admittedly, had also been helpful, but their methods had needed some work. Still, they had made it out of that with less than it could have been, if Vri hadn't been interrupted befor e his temper tantrum reached its end.

However, she had to check on the others, and she rose from her seated position, grimacing a bit at the stiffness that told her that her joints had locked up during the seance. The first person she went to was Faith. "How are you holding up, Doctor?" she asked, wrapping her arms gently around the little healer if she would let her. Faith and Vivian weren't super close, but she had the feeling that the other woman needed some comfort. Ilaren knew that Vivian would if she lost one of her own daughters in such a fashion.

As she comforted Faith, if she was allowed, Vivian looked over at Varlum. "Varlum, you all right?" she asked her old student. He had been aggressive at the end, and she needed to be sure the ithecal was all right. He wasn't her squire anymore, but that had never mattered, even before Hone had made her even more protective, if also more of a cocky show-off. In her mind, she still had a responsibility for Varlum's well being. As she checked on the others, she noticed a gentle warmth, soothing the stiffness of her joints, and the others would notice it too. They would also notice any wounds other injuries they might have had were improving as well, as Vivian's Mortalborn powers kicked in to help her and the others recover.
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'Varlum, you all right?'

It was a hard question to answer the more Varlum thought about it. Now that he was away from the situation he had calmed down a little, his luck having changed for the better on the surface. Marked by Ralaith, curse removed. But all wasn't alright. Even if the outcome had been something remotely positive, what had happened in that place was beyond such immediate repair. No blessings or apologies would make right what had been done to them. If Varlum hadn't been in the presence of the Immortals then he would have deemed them his enemies and dealt with them. Showing Faith the visions of her child only for it to collapse, having used her child rather than give her any peace or rest. Rather than bringing her back to her mother. It was something that Ellasin would do. Something their enemies, not their allies, would be capable of - and it caused more destruction than their enemies had thus far.

Varlum kept his eyes to the side as his head was turned, sat back against the wall with his tail wrapped around his side. The side of his face they could see was scarred, showing them the eye that had been scarred all those Arcs ago. After Vivian's question the man kept quiet for a few trills before turning to look at Faith, eyes sad and bitter as they did. "You say the words, Faith, and I'll leave this place right now. I'll find the 'one' that can get your girl back to you, and I'll kill anyone that tries to stop me. Just say the word" Varlum offered, as serious as he could be. "Mortals, Immortals, Dragons - Ellasin herself. I vowed to serve you. None of them will stop me doing that."

Varlum then let a small smile come to himself as he glanced down, knowing that killing a dragon, Immortal or Ellasin wouldn't be as easy as he spoke of it being, almost mocking himself with his smile before it faded again and he stood up. "I'm fine, and I am calm. But I'm unforgiving. What happened here today is beyond disgusting. I'd kill the people that put me through that. But you're not me, Faith. You're not most people. You're something special, someone better" he said and joined Vivian's side, placing a hand on his sisters back as he looked to the Famula marked and hugged her. It was rare that he was so forward, offering his support rather than giving it without question. But Faith needed it right now. As he did, his eyes glanced to Vivian and the hand on her back turned to an offer for the hug. Both of them could do with at least some comfort right now.

"I'm here with you. If we fight this war, I will be at your side. We will be. Which means if us three personally take Ellasin to whatever hole she ends up in, so be it. But you need to heal before we can fight again. You need some trials to be with the people that matter, really with them. Not planning a war - even for just a trial. You can give orders to me, I'll relay them to others. But you need healing too sometimes. Now is one of those times."
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She breathed in with a gasp.

Except, it wasn't a gasp, Faith realised. It was a gulp, about to be - and then actually was- a sob. Faith was sitting, cross-legged on the floor and the world had not stopped, as she felt it had, it had continued on and in doing so it paid no attention to her, or her family. As she gulped to try and stop what was already inevitable, Faith pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. Curled into a small ball, she felt the tears begin to fall once again, and like so many things in her life right now, Faith was utterly powerless to stop them. When Vivian asked her how she holding up, Faith shook her head. She wasn't holding up, she knew, she wasn't managing.

When first Vivian, and then Varlum put their arms around her, Faith could hold on to her emotions no more, all the discipline in the world did nothing for her and she leaned into the two of them and sobbed. She didn't cry, she simply descended into sobbing and she could not control it. She couldn't hear, or speak, or think. All she could do in those first few moments was feel.

And all she could feel was pain.

So, she sobbed and her hands slowly moved until she was no longer wrapped up in herself, but she was in fact hugging them back; in truth she was holding on to the two of them and simply offered and accepted the comfort of friends. It was a good few bits before she lifted her head. "I'm.. I'm so sorry." Her voice was ragged and raw with emotion and she gulped and stuttered. "It.. when we lost her it was Aelig, and now. Padraig's never seen her and I could... I could smell her hair." Tears poured down her cheeks and she looked at them both with an earnest expression. "I don't know wh..what I'd have done in there if it w..wasn't for you two. Trul.. Truly. Thank you so much." They had both kept her strong and she smiled a weak, shaking smile. "I don't know wh..what to say."

Breathing in, she rested her head briefly, leaning against Vivian as she hugged them both, one more time. "I think maybe we.. oh, Immortals. Who wants a cup of tea?" Faith asked. More than anything, she suddenly knew that she had to get up, to move, to do. Because if she didn't, she might never do so again.
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Vivian was quiet as Faith sobbed out her sorrow and Varlum offered to do what he could to try and remedy the damage that been so cruelly inflicted. That Faith was still willing to serve Vri was an impossible thing for Vivian to wrap her head around, but she supposed that was what made Faith who she was. It was the nature of a healer to be kind and forgiving, and taking that nature and pushing it to such a level was likely part of what was behind the near legendary reputation she had. But for now, after all this, Faith was just a young woman who was in pain and needed comfort from her friends.

When Faith started to recover and apologized, Vivian smiled slightly. "You don't have anything to apologize for, doctor. You've been through more than anyone should have to bear." she said, quietly. "And I think you would have handled as well as you did, but I'm glad you weren't alone." she said, her tone gentle. When Faith broke off the contact, Vivian smiled and nodded at the offer of tea. "Yes, please. Um, with honey, if possible." she said, knowing that Faith would need to something to do in order to keep her mind off things." she said, finding a place to sit as Faith distracted herself with tea.

As Faith made tea, Vivian cast around for some other topic. Bringing up Rose right away wouldn't exactly be the best idea, nor would bringing up that Vri was apparently a monumental moron. Bringing up her own curse also seemed a little bit of a bad idea, given how Varlum had reacted to that. However, her student did give her another topic and she latched onto it, looking at the Ithecal. "Children of Turmoil? So we're Faldrun's Mortalborn, then?" she asked, before a secondary realization hit that she hadn't quite processed fully yet. "Wait, so we're brother and sister? Is that why I was able to turn into an Ithecal like that?" she asked, her tone curious. "But then, why would thought about fighting Raskalarn pop in my head when that happened?" she said, some confusion in her voice.
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"Agreed" Varlum said with a small, reassuring smile to Faith as Vivian told her not to be sorry. She had endured so much and all of it had been brought back. There was nothing that could be done about that, nothing that would have stopped the damage that had occurred. Trauma had been held in front of Faith, a reminder of a painful past, before being suddenly thrown in her face. Even thinking about it made the Ithecal shake every so slightly with anger. If killing Pier and Pre had been an easy option, Varlum might have just taken it. Vri too. It would make a good story. Varlum, slayer of the Immortals. But it wasn't one that anybody would be sharing just yet.

"Tea sounds good" he said finally and removed himself from the embrace, finding a seat for himself too, hunched forward. As Vivian asked her question, Varlum gave a simple nod. "Faldrun's children, yes - and we are half-siblings. At least, I imagine we don't share a mother too. We're many ways similar, but not in looks. Lucky for you" he smirked to her, imagining it wouldn't be a compliment to be told you look similar to your scaly, monstrous brother. But the question that Varlum had also been asking, for a few trills, was about Vivian's ability to turn into an Ithecal in the way she had. Especially with her thought about fighting Raskalarn. What did that mean? What did Varlum being her brother have to do with fighting Raskalarn? God, he hoped that wasn't some kind of bad omen for his future. His offer of fighting Immortals wasn't intended as a challenge to any Immortal.

Then he remembered.

"I...I don't think that it has anything to do with me" he said, remembering for a moment as the clocks on the back of his neck turned in seemingly weird ways. Varlum reached to the mark for a moment and outstretched his hand, a tome appearing in it. There was a nudging feeling in his head about it, but he didn't understand it yet. Not fully. As he opened the Tome he began to speak, trying to understand the pages. "I did similar, once. When I first unlocked my powers. As well as a few others, this spirit wrapped around me. But it wasn't an Ithecal. It was...well. It had wings, a head like mine but more monstrous" he said, before the pages in front of him started to make sense. Words that were all too familiar on one page, pictures on another. These were him, or what he had seen. Tracking where he was in the book, he flipped back some pages, before finally finding it with a small smile to himself.

"This" he said and offered out the book. If Faith had come in the room, she two would be offered a look. If either took it, they would see an image on the book before seeing one in their head. Varlum's perspective, running forward. As he swung, the image paused. In his peripheral was his wings, long and smouldering like flames. Over his claws were larger, sharper claws that took on the same appearance and it was if he looked from inside the skull of a dragon. "It wrapped around me for a while, though longer than yours seemed to. I didn't try the wings, but the claws were sharp. Really sharp. It was, dare I say, a dragon. From what I've been told of them at least. I just don't know where those two connect. Your Ithecal, fighting Raskalarn, and my dragon. A flaming dragon. Though, perhaps that's just Faldrun's impact."

He considered for a trill, but no answer really came to him. "Perhaps Ralaith might be able to help me, with that question. Or..." he paused, before glancing to the shield on his hand.
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Faith leaned against both Vivian and Varlum and she took comfort from them. Without saying any more, she held on and allowed herself to simply let her grief out. She smiled gratefully at Vivian and nodded. "I'm glad I wasn't alone, too. You both.. thank you." The pair of them had been more help to her than she could easily convey and, as such, she just made sure that she had told them, as best she could. What had just happened, the situation with Vri, with the twins, Faith would need time to process it and in that moment, she could not. All she could think of was Rose, of how she was going to tell Padraig -how could she do that? - of the whole situation. In many ways, the Immortals were peripheral to this for her.

"I broke the sword," she said, getting up and moving to make - of all things - a cup of tea. Looking at the pair of them, Faith smiled. They understood, she thought, that she needed to do something. To be busy. So, she fussed and she lit the fire and she made tea for them. As she did that, Faith was aware of her process. Her hands were busy and, so, her mind ticked over. That was how she worked, always how she worked. So, as she brought back mugs of tea (and thank goodness for Domain Bags, she had to admit), she sat down with them. She'd been listening to their conversation about Faldrun and, in that moment, Faith made a decision.

"You're both Faldrun's children," she said, and she sighed slightly. "I ... when this is all done, if you are going to make a stand." Vivian was a fellow warden, Varlum and she both were Lightning Knights and good people, so Faith had no doubt where they stood. "Let me know? I'll do the same." Because there was going to be a situation where she - and Nir'wei - went to kill Faldrun. But, unless things got completely out of hand here (a situation Faith never entirely ruled out), that was after this.

Please, Famula, she thought to herself. Let it be after this.

Breathing in, she cradled her mug and seemed to stare into almost blankly, before looking up at them. "I want to secure this base. Make it ours." It might seems like a bit of a sudden jump to them, but to Faith it made perfect sense. "We have to use their resources against them. Have to turn this around. If breaking the sword healed Vri, then that means it did it's job. He was hurt, injured, and it's my job to make people better. It's what I do." Faith shrugged slightly. Vri had behaved abominably in there, but he was hurt and that was impacting his behaviour. She'd worked with enough people with mental health difficulties to know that and, as such, Faith forgave immediately. "This base. We claim it, we empty it of them, we use it for us. We put traps in it so, if they should find it, they think they know it and don't." Her frown was deep and showed her concentration.

"Realistically," Faith asked, looking at both of them. "How many people would it take to hold a base like this? It has labs, it has equipment. It's custom made and it's perfect for us." The more Faith thought about it, the more she realised that this was the perfect place for them. She could make a Beacon here with her dreamwalking, Rupturers could make their way. Yes, she considered, that made sense.

"What do you think?"
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When Faight said she was glad the other two had been there, Vivian smiled slightly, before shrugging when she mentioned the sword. "Way I see it, Vri broke the sword." she said as she sat down. When Varlum confirmed that they were half-siblings, Vivian nodded but grinned slightly at the comment about them not sharing a mother. "My mother kicked me out of the family, so I mean, I'm glad you didn't have to deal with the family I had growing up. These days though, I choose my own family." she said, her tone showing she did consider Varlum to be family. She listened as Varlum puzzled out the lack of connection between himself and Raskalarn, but they were both confused about what their respective overlays meant.

When he showed her experience, she raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Did it ever appear again? The dragon, I mean?" she asked, curiously. After Varlum answered, and Faith joined them, Vivian shrugged and stood up. "Let's check something really quick." she said, drawing her sword and pulling on the same feeling she'd had after turning back to into her normal self. It took a bit before she had a grip on the trigger for the power, but once she did and she used it, she was briefly overlayed by the same black ithecal before she turned into that semi-ithecal state, with Shiryu turning into a broadaxe along with her.

"See now, that's the interesting bit." she said, holding up the axe. "Why does Shiryu transform with me? The sword is...connected to me. Partially made out of my own blood, honestly. Is that why it transforms like that? Or did the process that let me forge the sword have an effect on my powers?" she mused out loud, before focusing on her natural state and pulling on it, the overlay of the black ithecal appearing again before she returned to her natural state. "No memories this time though, but the one that popped up when I first transformed it...didn't feel like mine. It felt ancient, if I'm honest." she said, sheathing her sword and sitting down to drink her tea.

When Faith mentioned making a stand against Faldrun, Vivian frowned. "I'll worry about waging war on Faldrun when this war is done and if Ilaren gives marching orders." she said, before shrugging slightly. "While I'd like see him defeated, I can't go off chasing personal glory or satisfaction. I'm a soldier and a mother, not a wandering adventurer." she said, before grinning slightly. "If it's a question of making it clear we oppose Faldrun, truthfully, I hope he does make a claim for our being his children. Let that one blow back on him when we stand firm with Ilaren and the world sees that his own offspring oppose his madness." she said, grinning slightly at the thought of that.

When Faith started talking about securing the base, Vivian leaned forward her eyes intent. "How big is the base?" she asked, in response to Faith's question about how many people it would take to hold it. When Faith answered, Vivian shook her head. "I hope you either have a really good relationship with the local government and military or some way to teleport a lot of people at once." she said, her tone serious. "For a base this size, the absolute bare minimum to hold is six hundred foot soldiers, all purely focused on defense. That will let them post sentries and be able to deal with a small force targeted at the fort. But it would mean no medical, very little rest, no real ability to repair damage to either gear or the base itself. Also no way to use the specialized facilities. But if you take that as just a vanguard for the initial securement, it'll do fine." she said, before leaning back in her chair and thinking as she drank her tea. "This is really good tea, Doctor. Thank you." she said, as she thought, letting the others speak a bit as she thought of what else they might need.
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"I think it's fair to say neither of us have much love for our mother" he said back to Vivian with a small but weak smile at the mention of her. He hadn't thought of his parents in so long, he'd almost forgotten their existence. They may have never found out what happened to Varlum, when his Uncle had sent him away. Despite his usual instinct not to, Varlum opened up to Vivian and Faith for a moment, meeting their eyes. "She came home once an Arc from war, as did my father. When our house was attacked, some bounty hunters, me and my uncle killed them - then I was sent away for my safety. So what my parents think of me, I assume, depends on what my Uncle told them. If the hunters didn't reach him" he admitted, before glancing up and shifting his focus.

Watching with curiosity, Varlum's eyes focused as Vivian turned to an Ithecal again. Black scales, axe in hand. The same form that had made her think of fighting Raskalarn. There had to be some connection, especially if the thought was one that felt old, like it wasn't hers. Then again, what ties could it really have? If Varlum's and Vivian's power were similar and hers was a memory, how did that make sense for Varlum? It didn't take much to see that the man was an Ithecal, not a dragon. Where did the connection come in - and how did Faldrun tie into it all? None of it made sense, not really. Then again, growing to be a giant or shrouding yourself in a spiritual dragon wasn't exactly a sensical thing either. Maybe Varlum was trying to understand something with no explanation.

Varlum's eyes glanced to Faith when she asked about Faldrun, thinking for a moment. "Faldrun has done things evil. Truly, evil. But" he said with a small pause, trying to justify the words in his head. "No Immortal is without guilt, especially in wars. We fight for what we believe in, but what we do is the same. We kill, we murder, we turn children into orphans with one swing of our axe as their last parent dies" he said, voice sad yet face blank. It was Varlum's reality, one he had grown used to long ago. Every life he took was another five lives broken and torn apart as someone they loved died. Varlum had killed more people than his axe had killed. Lovers had taken their own lives because of him. That was war. "I may join, and Faldrun deserves what's coming to him. But I have some other personal things that take priority once this is over."

But he didn't explain further.

When Vivian explained what it would take to hold a base, Varlum gave a small nod. "Agreed, somewhat" he said simply. "Some of the better armies need less men. I don't know how good our average soldier is, but I know how strong some of our fighters are. If we count for five soldiers each, and we have enough good fighters, then holding the place is easy. Using all of the equipment inside it, however, isn't really something I'd be familiar with" he said before also sipping his tea, nodding to Faith as he tried to focus his words on the question he'd been asked. "If we can hold it, we have a clear advantage - and we need all of those we can get. So whatever it does take for us to hold it, we should do it. I don't see any better alternatives."
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Sitting and drinking tea, the young champion of Famula was largely quiet as the siblings spoke. They were not strangers, far from it, but equally they were discovering a shared heritage which meant that they were related. Faith had no place in that and, frankly, she was happy to sit and nurse her mug of tea, listening to the two of them. She had watched and supported Padraig through finding out that he was the son of an Immortal -namely Famula- and that was a lot for him to take in, she knew. It must be the same for both Varlum and Viivan. Far more so considering their father was Faldrun. She did not involve herself, simply let them speak and waited for the conversation to turn. It was a welcome chance for her, to try and make sense of what had happened in there, in the seance-like event which they had just been part of.

None of it made sense and her heart hurt too much for it to do so. That was the only conclusion she could come to and Faith arrived at it fairly quickly.

Smiling at Vivian's compliment, Faith nodded. "I used to own a restaurant. It's how all the charity things started really. A high end restaurant, where we grew and farmed all our own produce; the profits bought houses and land, people were given a place to live, food to eat, and expected to work for it in the restaurant or the farm, or in the village itself. It became a village, eventually." Faith smiled slightly, lost in memories. "It was.. we went to Scalvoris after Rose. Left Rharne. She was born in Rharne, and I couldn't ... I just couldn't be there any more. In the Order." It had been hard, going back there, in truth.

Shaking her head, as though she'd divest it of her meandering thoughts, Faith nodded. "We do have exactly that. The chance to move a lot of people through to here. That's what you need, that's what we'll get. There's... well, the Echo Scroll to Sephira is here, one moment." Faith handed it to Vivian. "You two are the soldiers here, you understand what we need, much better than I do." That was more than true, in fact. However, there were things that Faith did understand, and then some.

"Of the Zuuda, there are some very promising scientists and others, from the university too. I want to get these labs being used to our best advantage. We have access to a lot of resources here. We're going to use them."

Looking between the two of them, Faith smiled. "I suspect that Sephira will delegate it, but we can get that done. We can work together, if you are both willing, and start mapping this place out? Make sure that we've got the whole place covered and then, we keep it looking familiar but at the same time, we turn it into a trap for them. Does that make sense?"

Mapping the place, organising the troops, sorting out supply lines and so on? Those were all things that she could do, had the skills to do and which, she very much hoped, might make her body busy and thus, get her brain moving.
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Vivian grimaced when Varlum told his story, then shook her head. "If you ever want help finding them, let me know." she said, before she turned back into the black Ithecal. When Varlum explained what a difference in quality could make, once the talk turned to keeping the base supplied, she nodded at her squire. "See, you're learning some strategy. I'll get you ready to lead a battle yet." she said, giving her old student a friendly, if somewhat amused, pat on the shoulder. "But even with good fighters, numbers matter for a lot if it comes to holding a choke point. Even the best fighter can be killed by a lucky shot from the most amateur archer. In battles of defense, having numbers on your side is critical." she said, before looking to both Faith and Varlum with an expression Varlum would recognize as meaning Vivian had gone into full teacher mode.

"General battle theory is that your army should be half again as big your opposing force in order to guarantee victory, provided you hold the terrain advantage." she said, idly taking the echo scroll from Faith as she gave her lesson. "If both sides hold equal terrain, your force should be two-thirds again as big as your opponent. If the enemy holds the terrain advantage, your force needs to be twice again as big as theirs." she said, pausing to take a drink of her tea. "Now, this is all assuming a direct confrontation, which is not likely to happen. Unless Ellasin has significantly more resources to hand than we know about, she's not likely to attempt to a direct assault until she has something she thinks could give her a tremendous advantage over our defenders. If we can make it work, the best way to bolster our own defenses would be the ability to dramatically alter our terrain in a hurry. Causing a landslide or flooding the area around the base, for instance, could give us the ability to counter a number of methods Ellasin might use to avoid a protracted siege." she said, before pausing in thought.

"Now, past the 600 foot soldiers for the initial securing forces, what else we would need really depends on what we want to do with the base. By default, having 1200 foot soldiers would be better, since it gives more time for each soldier to rest, and of course we'll need quartermasters to manage supplies, blacksmiths, farriers, fletchers, and carves to keep armor, clothes, weapons, and mounts in good condition. We'll want engineers, builders, and manual laborers to repair any damage to the fort and do any building or alteration we need done. A lot of cooks to keep all those soldiers fed, maids and stablehands and such to do cleaning for the areas where the foot soldiers aren't going to be regularly visiting, like commanders quarters and the laboraties and such. Oh, commanders, we'll need a few of those, of course." she said, rattling off all the things a base needed to maintain full functionality for more than a few trials. "All told, another 800 people or so, just to keep the base running at full efficiency. None of which is counting researchers and their support staff, or any other things you want this base to be capable of." she said, coming to the end of her mental list.

Looking back at Faith once she was done, she smiled slightly. "On average, it takes seven people to keep your average field soldier ready to fight at a moments notice. Now, each of those seven people supports more than one soldier, of course, but still. Most foot soldiers are basically walking, talking killing machines and not much more. We're trained to fight and kill, and we're very good at it, but all that training means we don't all have the time to learn how to take care of all the things that keep us functional beyond a basic level." she said, before pausing to take another drink of her tea. "Now, this extreme specialization does have its advantages. Going back to the general battle theory I was talking about before, that theory was designed for soldier on soldier combat. If you take, for example, soldiers vs bandits, the numbers shift drastically. There's plenty of records to show bandits outnumbering soldiers 2 to 1, with a terrain advantage, and still getting slaughtered almost to a man, while the soldiers sustain minimal losses. On average, a soldier is worth between 3 and 5 non-soldier combatants." she said, before turning off lecture mode.

Looking at the scroll, Vivian pondered for a moment, then shrugged. "So doctor, do you want to just have this base running at full capacity? Or do you want to do something more with it? Because if you do, tell me and I relay what we need. The knight running the camp around your house, and presumably Special Assistent Blackwook, should be familiar with what it takes to maintain a base, so transmitting orders should be simple." she said, waiting for Faith's instructions. When Faith suggested they map the place out, Vivian nodded. "Good idea, it'll give us something to do while we wait for the securing force to arrive." she said, her tone cheerful.
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