Elincia Roxidor.
The glass of red liquid in the Elven woman's hand shook, spilling some of its contents. There was a loud bang, though faintly from a distance.
"Shit!"
Elincia touched her nose, rubbing it. The cold she had felt all day after returning from the dungeon had now healed, but somehow she still felt itchy in the nose.
A dungeon expedition, which was very sickening because there was only ice in that place. A dungeon that reminded her of Thessalia, someone she didn't really like. She is too cold and unfriendly to anyone.
Another explosive sound was heard. "And now, what else?" The furniture in the room shook. The lamp on the ceiling also shook some dropping crystal balls, which then rolled onto the floor.
"And where is Yuna?"
