Point-of-View: Sylvar Miirphys
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"Stop right there! Who are you!?"
I halted and turned to my left, where two women had just teleported in. The one who addressed me had bronze colored hair tied up in two buns, similar colored eyes and a freckled face. She also had two short spears in her hands, and was watching me warily with narrowed eyes.
The other one had long, straight dark blonde hair, light blue eyes, sharp-looking teeth and gills on her neck...and she kinda looked like she didn't want to be here. She was also staring at my ears with a look of curiosity...well, they've probably never seen an Elf before, so fair enough.
She also had a closed third eye on her forehead...not good, that means Demonic Magic...and with the exception of Mimic Magic, all the other types of Demonic Magic are a handful to deal with. Okay, no need to fight, let's handle this peacefully...
