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[00:15] Alexandrea says, "Pardon me..."
[00:15] Conall Revels asks, "Khii?"
[00:15] Alexandrea asks, "Would you happen to have any surplus of iron, my good sir?"
[00:16] Conall Revels says, "-he squints-"
[00:28] Golem flits to demons. Strong stone fist attack fire demons. They are crushed by rocks. But Conall looks away from the Demons. Bark-like lips part, revealing rows and rows of jagged shard-like teeth. Half-lidded eyes look at the woman ahead of them.

"Is Oscuri? Khiiii. Is not of loud one like other. But is green-lined. Silver eyed betrayer blessed."

His snake like tongue licks over his lips.

"Where is from? Is not iron to be of found here."
(Conall Revels)
[00:33] Alex straightens out her dress, and runs a hand through her hair to make sure it's in proper order as well.

"Ah yes, where are my manners hm? I should introduce myself. I am Alexandrea, High Priestess of the Order of the Dawn. I hail from New Valmasia. Perhaps you misunderstood as well hm? I was asking if you had any iron, I know that none is found in this specific cavern."

During her introduction she gives a quick and small half-bow from her waist. Her right hand splayed out to her side during it, and her left gripping the mythril amulet that hangs around her neck.
(Alexandrea)
[00:38] He cackles. Pupils dialate, Conall takes steps forwards. His mouth curves, a cruel smile on his face. He steps forwards, bark cover hand extending towards the Oscuri.

"Khiii. Is pretty Oscuri. And is of Dawn, of New Valmasia? Is not of Conall's allies then. Is of Conall's foes." Savagely the teeth part. His hand is moved towards Alexandra's cheek, a try to brush some of her hair.

"Am Conall Revels. Beastmaster of Cruxati. Slaver. Hater of those who are blessed by the silver eyed betrayer." His hand does not do harm to her. Not yet.

"Is of looking for trophies. For slaves.

Would Alexandrea like to be of playing game?"
(Conall Revels)
[00:41] Alex would smack away the hand of the man. Her hair nor her face was not to be touched without prior agreement.

"Not of Ezmaran then? Then I have no need to kill you. Alexandrea is not looking for any games, she is only looking to purchase iron. If you have none for sale, then I will be going."
(Alexandrea)
[00:46] He snarkily cackles.

"Is of hunting Ezmarans? Or of killing Ezmarans. Is interesting, Khiii." He bobs his head, stepping ever closer to the Oscuri.

"Is not of understanding. Conall is not of having iron. Is of having steel. Is of having Mythril. Is of having Orichalcum. Is of wanting to bet. To battle. If Conall is winning?"

His index finger prods towards the Oscuri. "Is wanting Alexandra as trophy. If Conall is losing? Can be of having all Conall's ore.

If duel is rejected? Then will of capturing Alexandra without bet.

What say she?"
(Conall Revels)
[00:47] Alexandrea says, "She says that if you so much as even think about attacking her, your life is forefit Gehennan. You'll make an excellent addition to the undead army."
[00:48] Conall Revels says, "Khiii. Is of loving firey trophies. -he takes his staff-"
[00:50] Alexandrea sighs and thrusts her hand out to the right, disappearing into nothingness and returning with a winged staff gleaming with emerald. "Today just isn't my day."
(Alexandrea)
[01:06] He cackles. He watches the emerald power draw the staff forwards. His lips are a smile, unbreakable as he bobs his head.

"Is shame. Conall is preferring when is of capturing trophies in duel. But is also respecting Alexandra. Of many people would be of running from Conall. Is brave.

Will be of making good trophy.

Life is belong to Conall."

Swarm appears in the darkness, swimming by Conall's feet. Flowers and vines grow from the stone floor. He smiles, teeth flickering in the torch-light.

"Lights out."
(Conall Revels)
[01:06] Alexandrea pulls her staff at the read, rieka lines aglow and eyes shining green. The priestess was prepared for battle. "Oscuri do not run."
(Alexandrea)
[01:15] "Is not going to be of making Conall of corpse. Is going to be of Conall's treasure."

Jagged shard-like teeth do not break from the smile. Air is invested with spores, making it hard for anyone to breathe. From earth, Mandrakes claw to the surface, crawling to Alexandra, throwing rocks. Light flashes, blinded, then seeing again. Flowers grow from the rocks, cutting Oscuri when she is too close.

"Khiii. Should be of giving up. Conall is not of wanting to hurt new treasure."

Illusionary blows assault Alexandra. It is hard to tell left from right, or her body stops. But his plants do not. They attack and attack and attack.

Spores fill air. It becomes harder and harder to breathe, and the longer she lingers, the more trouble she has. These spores effects are evident; Staying in too long lulling the breather into paralysis.

"Surrender yourself to Conall. Stop. Come with him."
(Conall Revels)
[01:20] Alex slides about the battlefield with grace, for a short time... She quickly comes to realize that she's completely outmatched by the Dryad. All these things getting in her way, the constant confusion of what direction she's moving and being cast into even more darkness in the already dark cavern.

She decides it best, as she begins to be worn down, to just get the hell out of there. A sway of her hands outwards and glowing green angelic wings of rieka light up the cavern space around her. She swiftly swoops into the air and makes a sudden exit.

"Perhaps another time sweetheart! Though I prefer to be the top."
(Alexandrea)