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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Metea" data-source="post: 7378922" data-attributes="member: 6939041">you do... adequately. but what you ask... what do you offer in return?Metea did not especially want to make eye contact with Carthum at the moment... she felt guilty, even though no one had seemed to take notice of her actions during that fight. They'd all been too busy.Otiroth had put them and Annit on watch. Made sense. She still felt pretty fresh. The tiefling crouched down by the fire pit that Otiroth had made, the charbroiled remains of whatever the demons had collected. She'd shift through it with her dagger- a weapon that, otherwise, seemed to have gotten very little use over the years. "There are still demons in the dark places of the world," Metea murmured back to her patron. To that voice. "Dreadful creatures. But they had magic... perhaps they use gems as well."Silence. She was not off the hook yet, but the promise of more information seemed to be enough. Her patron, Metea guessed, may have been waiting a very long time for anyone to find her. The voice whispered to who it could.She didn't think she'd find much in the ashes. But she could keep an eye on the tunnel at the same time.</blockquote>