Xenedra forks a hand through her hair with a sigh and visually takes in the distance between herself and the rest of the crew. She flicks her shoulder and reaches behind her as the bow shifts forward, then plucks a certain set of notes off the attached harp. Those close-by are enveloped in blue swirls of notes and will feel perhaps lighter or more energized.
"I promise he's not actually crazy. Let's keep up, mm?"
With that, she takes up jogging after Endemerrin at a swift song enhanced pace, nearly comparable to the monk's.
"I promise he's not actually crazy. Let's keep up, mm?"
With that, she takes up jogging after Endemerrin at a swift song enhanced pace, nearly comparable to the monk's.
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