[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

He was dark and strange and new. He didn’t smell of these lands; the mountains of the north had a distinct scent, one which Euphemia assumed she was fully saturated with having lived amongst them most of her life. He lacked it. He seemed to walk without purpose.

The silvered maiden was fully intrigued. Mir had wondered about souls and bodies; but it appeared that this body moved, yet was completely inert energetically. Almost as if undead.

Euphemia, devoid of fear, pranced right up to the abyssal creature. Hello? she questioned in a form of a greeting, not sure if it could (or would) talk back to her. Mir also had questioned why some creatures possessed the ability to speak, while some didn’t. Was this brute a talker, or one that was silent?

Hello, sir?

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