Red: Raine? You up yet? It’s already past noon!
Red: Hello? Is this the wrong door?
Sythe: Hey, Red. Looking for Raine?
Red: Yeah, she must have been really tired after what went down yesterd- huh? What’s with the getups?
Sythe: Didn’t you hear?
Sythe: Apparently there’s a fancy magic beach in the manor. I figured after all that went down, we deserve to have a little fun and relaxation.
Sythe: You know, a “thank the gods we’re still alive” party.
CREAK
Sythe: I hear the others survived something the other day too so its fitting!
Maren: Honestly, I’m just glad I get out of that potato sack I was wearing. Not exactly sure how I feel about wearing the clothes of Trace’s dead ex-wife, but I can’t really afford to be picky. I want to enjoy the stay here as much as possible before this whole place explodes or something.
Sythe: Hey, don’t jinx it!
Maren: What? I’m just being realistic. Simply staying in the same house as Trace paints a giant target on our backs.
Maren: And given our track record, well… I’ll take whatever I can get.
Sythe: You have a point. So you coming, Red? I mean, there’ll probably be other Keidran there, and I know how you feel about that, so…
Red: Beach party… Raine… swimsuit…
Maren: Of course that’s where his mind goes.
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