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[Girl in the (insert guild here) cafeteria! Either with you, or just nearby.

Whatever the situation, she seems to have piled her plate up with easily enough food for two large people, and is tearing into it with reckless enthusiasm bordering on frantic urgency.

Barely even stopping to breathe. Is this the way that sane people eat?]

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You know, some days I hear a lot of complaining around this place. It's hard to get home, there's too much paperwork, missing this person or that person... Sometimes it's a good idea to sit back for a minute and think about how ridiculously good we have it here.

We've got delicious food.
We've got clean water.
We've got beds with roofs over our heads.
Almost nobody is trying to kill us.

Isn't it great that we can complain about little things like paperwork instead of all that?


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[At Arracht Airéine! Out near the monster cages. Sasha's standing in front of one of the cages, one holding some kind of giant/troll/ogre creature, rooted to the spot. Her eyes never leave it.

Her expression is a mix of fear, disbelief, and raw, focused hate.]

They... can't get out, right?

We're sure they can't get out?