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[Xena has found her way to the roof and is currently just sitting up there, looking out at the land beyond the castle, rather enjoying the wind whipping through her hair. She has the journal open and idly dictates into it in that half thoughtful, half bored tone of hers.]

Has anybody bothered mapping out this place? And I mean in detail. Some of you guys have been here for years, right? Enough little adventures like that last one and you could know the land around here pretty well.

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You?

Oh, I'm fine. Been through worse than that.

Same.

Mind if I ask your occupation back home?

Don't mind at all. I'm a warrior. [Although "lifestyle" may be a more accurate description than "occupation."]

You certainly showed it out in the field.

[Just brushing off the compliment, because that's what she does.] I'm guessing you do something similar.

From time to time. [Definite amusement in her voice. ]

[She actually laughs] Alright. Be mysterious.

It comes with the job.

That so?

It's in the description when we enlist.

Ah, the enlisted kind, huh? Yeah, that explains it.

Sounds like you have experience with our types, too.

A bit. I work alone now, but I lead an army back in the day.

I'm impressed.

Don't be. It's not a time in my life I'm proud of. [She wasn't one of the good guys.]

[Freelancers aren't necessarily good guys, but Carolina doesn't know that yet, unfortunately. Still, she understands Xena's sentiment.]

Of course. My apologies, then.

Don't worry about it.

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