[SWP] It comes in waves

Roscorro indicated no, as did Waker. "Awesome." Otem mumbled under her breath. And then unknowingly, the thoughts she was thinking were broadcasted to the group, rather than remaining private in her mind. Go to Halyven, as if it's just a tinsy little bit of land. Will there be dangers? Oh who knows. But you've got your orbs so that's fine! The sarcastic colour of her thoughts was easily understood, even when it was mental-speak. Will there be monsters? Will bringing hope do even a little bit of good? Who knows! But do it anyways! Otem wasn't trying to be bitter, but all of these jobs felt more and more like fools errands the longer they went on. It was like the Matron was stalling for time, and by sending her soldiers away with their glowing balls of light, it gave her (and Kisamoa) more time to think and strategize about what actually to do. "Rixen and I tried to walk through one of those shadowy patches that barricades off part of the land." Otem said, this time outloud. "It didn't work, if you were wondering. My light wouldn't even follow me in.." otem I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow. I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.

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