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The obvious response to Raine’s question would’ve been a “you.” Jensen restrained himself from doing so. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a groan of frustration. If this woman, this half-elf, did have some sort of interest in the ruin, especially something that had to do with studying it, who was he to question her presence there? After all, he was there for his own studies, though his were on a more... personal level. ”Whatever.” Not exactly the best of starts. Despite being more open with the other group, Jensen felt himself go back to his usual self. Then he heard the other guy say something about poisson. At first the elf thought that he was referring to the substance rather than a person’s name. Had the name been spelled out, the two ‘s’ together would’ve given it away. But when he mentioned having been separated, it was obvious that he was talking about someone.
”Another other-worlder,” Jensen said under his breath, turning to face Asbel. ”This is Flanoir, the Snowy City. Though there isn’t as much snow as it used to be when I last came here.” That’s right. The last time Jensen had been in Flanoir had been over five years ago. He had gone there for the same reasons he had gone to Triet in the first place. The Temple of Ice was nearby. Valuable information could be found inside. And he did find some interesting things, just not what he was looking for.
Despite being distracted with the other two, he was able to hear, just barely, Florian say something. He looked down to the ground to see him still laying on the snow. His skin was looking pale. Too pale almost. ’Not good,’ he thought. Not much of a surprise. With the sort of clothing the kid was wearing, he was bound to suffer from hypothermia any time soon unless they heat him up. For his part, Jensen was more than warm enough, he could spare his cloak. Undoing the knot that held it to his neck, he wrapped Florian with it as best as he could. But they were still outside. Even with the added warmth of the piece of cloth, the kid’s temperature would still lower. Jensen could tell that wasn’t conscious by this time; probably asleep. He lifted Florian off the ground and carried him on his arms. The load felt heavy. Judging by the size by the green-haired boy, he shouldn’t feel that heavy. He just didn’t know it then, but the light within Florian was acting negatively with the darkness he had been growing in him for all those years after he was exiled from Heimdall. ”Lets finish this conversation somewhere else. Somewhere warm.” He then started to walk towards the inn. From what he could tell, Florian didn’t need any medical assistance. Not yet anyways. The inn would do... for now.
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The who?
Florian, that same gal from the ruins (Raine,) and some stranger from another world
The where?
Flanoir
The what?
"Better take Florian somewhere warm before he dies."
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