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"— Hi, Carmina," Stefania smiled. "Same as everyone: wandering through the dungeon, slowly getting freaked out by what's happening, wondering who lives here and how soon we'll end up on their table. On the other hand, so much room for ideas!"
The Knight of the Dawnfire knew all about Wind's writing hobby, and from the expression on her companion's face, she could easily guess that she was mulling over ideas for another story. Though the question was, if they didn't get out, who would read it?
"— Ah, screw it," the girl, who had briefly drifted into her thoughts, waved it off. "So, how are you doing?"
