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[In the hall just outside room 1112, there are two stems of pink bellflowers in a rather plain glass vase. There is a card attached, with a short message in a flowing and somewhat old-looking script.]

Ino.
Your assistance in our assault on Arthas was to our benefit.
I realize this may be considered overdue, but I assure you I am being genuine in my thanks.
I hope I may continue to consider you an ally in future endeavors.
- Alleria

[Leroy.]
[She'll pause after penning the filter, taking a moment to reflect on the last time she'd spoken to this person.

Ah. It really had been quite awhile, hadn't it? For a brief moment, she considers dismissing the idea altogether. But then again, she was a Windrunner, and she stayed true to her word above all else.

Dictated!] Leroy. I believe I still owe you a meal.
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[These deeds done, Alleria can be found out on the grounds, bow slung across her back, sword at her hip. She needed a small break from hovering over Vereesa. The time spent with her sisters at Mineas Well had been overdue and greatly appreciated, but she was wary -- how much had changed while she was absent? What dangers lurked here that weren't there before?

Apart from the shiny new big evil dragon, of course.]

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[All this magic stuff, my goodness! She didn't really know he could do that, she always figured he was more like a Paladin or a priest or something. Hmmm.

She'll cautiously hold her hand out for her arrows, maybe a little wary that they've been touched by magic.]

I've never seen a golem like that. They tend to be bigger.

[As Timcanpy nears her, she eyes it (him?!) a little suspiciously as well.] I don't think I've met this "apprentice" of yours.

[And see? It saves them time and effort!

And into her hands her arrows shall go. His magic won't cause her arrows to eat her or something. :>]

Golems for my world are communication devices, and are rather small to make traveling easier.

[Most people say "him," yes.] His name is Allen — you'll meet him in due time.

[Well, if you say so! She still spends a few seconds carefully looking the arrows over though, before putting them back in her quiver.]

Mm. On Azeroth, they are guardians, though not altogether common. [She keeps looking at Timcanpy, the suspicion beginning to give way to curiosity. The same word for entirely different things, perhaps.]

Ah. You seem very confident of that.

[Timcanpy sees you looking at him, Alleria. Guess who's going to get closer to you now?]

My Idiot Apprentice is quite the social young man. And unrelated to him, lift your hand up for a moment.

[Oh ... hello little flying thing. She cautiously -- VERY, VERY CAUTIOUSLY -- lifts her hand.]

Ah ...

[And now Timcanpy is going to perch on your hand and watch for your reaction. DOESN'T HE LOOK CUTE???]

[I .... GUESS ... MAYBE?? Ughhhh magic thing -- or wait, is it?]

Is ... what is the nature of a golem, Cross? [She's just ... staring at Timcanpy, eyebrows curling slightly at the ends.]

For me, it is communication, and tracking as well.

[Just for you, Timcanpy's mouth will magically appear out of nowhere and blow another balloon up.]

[!!!

Oh gosh, oh dear, how does she deal with this? Alleria moves her head backwards slightly, mildly recoiling, but at least she isn't throwing the thing into a tree?]

Ah ... but what is its nature? Is it elemental? Magic? Technology?

[Cross cannot help but laugh at her reaction, while Timcanpy lets the balloon float away and his mouth is gone once more, still chillin' on Alleria's hand. Back to looking cute and unsuspecting! And yes, ty for not throwing him into a tree — that would not good at all. ;;]

Technology, Alleria.

Ah.

[She relaxes a little at that, tilting her head to get a better look at the golem. Now that she knows it's not magic, she is less distrustful.]

Such things are beyond my understanding, but creatures such as these are not uncommon in the hands of gnomes. You say it's used for communication and tracking? Do you not have scouts where you come from?

We do, but they tend to get in the way. Plus they are useless on the battlefield for aid, outside of relaying warnings and helping with injuries.

[and then as an afterthought:]

Well, as long as they haven't turned into dust yet.

[She nods at that, understanding. Vaguely. Scouts -- elven scouts, anyway -- were as adept on the battlefield as any other soldier, but perhaps, like "golem," the word held a different meaning --]

Ah. Dust?

The enemies we fight — Akuma — shoot off poisonous bullets that infect you with a virus. You know you were hit if you start seeing dark-colored stars to appear on you. The virus is so quick that, between thirty seconds and a minute, the infected person cracks and becomes a star-speckled dust pile.

Aren't these also corrupted souls? They are given this kind of power by your enemy?

Indeed. Only Exorcists with Parasitic Innocence are safe, such as my Idiot Apprentice.

"Parasitic"? That sounds like something to be avoided, actually. [She tilts her head curiously at Cross.]

You haven't this sort of power?

[a smirk] It has its positives and negatives.

No, I have an equipment-type Innocence. [and out comes Judgment]

[Startled face!]

Ah. What is the difference?

Parasitic-type Innocence is attached to their user in some way physically.

And how does one acquire this?

Parasitic-types are born with it. Equipment-types just come whenever the time is right. Regardless, no one can choose to be an Exorcist voluntarily — the Innocence chooses its users.

I see. This makes sense. On Azeroth, the Light chooses its wielders in much the same way. Even some who are devout cannot use it as a weapon as Paladins do.

Same concept. Luckily, the one person who can create Akuma is not present right now, so you will not need to be worrying about virus-carrying bullets anytime soon.

[She looks a bit grim at that, eying the golem again.]

If living here for as long as I have has taught me anything, it's that we can't rely on anything being for certain.

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