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[Steps to the top of the castle.

It's nighttime. There's a light breeze, and for the most part it seems like most of Paradisa is asleep.

Except for Longshot, of course. Wonders what Jet and Smellerbee are up to this time.]

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[She steps up to the roof. To someone who has never seen a six-foot-tall rabbit-eared woman in little more than a thong and minimal armor, this might be a bit intimidating. There's a rather complicated bow hung off her shoulder. She just eyes Longshot and says nothing]

[arrives, Smellerbee in tow. nods at Fran. was expecting the ears, not so much the outfit. simply grins a bit, though, and claps Longshot briefly on the shoulder in hello. eyes on Fran]

Hey.

[Slightly taken aback. Knew that there were some interesting characters around Paradisa, but was not expecting this at all.

He returns the stare, hat slightly tilted, and notices her bow. Is this a rival...?

Slowly reaches for his own bow, until Jet claps him on the shoulder. Turns around, nods.

So she's with you.]

[just eyes Longshot as he reaches for the bow. That look is one of warning. Slow nod at Jet.]

[he sees that look, and makes a quick hand motion at Longshot]

Yeah, she is.

Fran? I'm Jet. These are my friends; Smellerbee and Longshot.

[to Longshot] She thinks she might be able to help you.

[At that, immediately lets go of bow. Nods to Fran, in apology.

What can she do about my loss?]

[She nods again to Jet, and then glances to Longshot. Viera are masters at wordless conversation; she simply walks over to him and lifts a clawed hand.]

This spell; it was not meant to keep one asleep for long. It may offer only relief.

[hands Smellerbee the cot/tarp/whatever for her to go spread it out, then moves closer to Longshot. hand is back on the shoulder]

Alright. Knowing the castle, it might not let your spell work for long anyway, but any kind of relief is good right now.

[Is unsure about this, doesn't really trust her, but.

All right, Jet.

Goes to lay down on the tarp. Is this a secure place?]

[she shakes her head, and pauses. there's a sudden rush of blue-white light from around her feet, swirling up around her, and when she waves a wave of her hand, a cluster of bubbles appears around Longshot and disappears after a few seconds. if it's worked, he'll be asleep.]

[kneeling next to him. observes carefully]

[Instantly asleep. Doesn't snore, doesn't toss or turn.]

[doesn't even give Longshot a second glance. she pulls what looks like a small golden clock from her pocket and offers it to Jet]

Should he not wake, use this. It should revive him, but I shall not be here to put him to sleep again.

[she turns to leave]

Gotcha. Thanks.

[he takes it, gives it a quick once over. pause]

We owe you one.

[slight nod, and then she just walks off and doesn't look back]

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