☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Friday morning.

-- Please, everyone, collect your new documents and identities. For example, my name is Anna Vesker, -- the dwarf looked a little out of sorts, as she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, covering her crown. -- However, you don't need to know my name, and it might even be preferable that you don't; formally, we are not a group.
[couldn't handle it, too many letters]
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Beata quietly chuckled into her fist during the "life rules reminder," catching disapproving glances from Guion. It was easy for her to laugh, now that the worst was over, and although some consequences would stay with her forever, she still got off lightly. She should light a candle for Moen at the Temple. Nevertheless, the instructions were quite valuable and useful; Aiko was right.  - "Rotcode Oct," seriously? - Guion sighed, taking the documents. - Okay, it could have been worse. At least it wasn't "Vanus Trakhalion," and I'm grateful for that, - the last words were said quietly, so that only those sitting nearby could hear.  - Boss, - Beata spoke up from the gallery, - maybe we should be separated from Guion? I can't guarantee how long we can pretend not to know each other. We'll ruin the whole operation!
 - I agree, - Guion nodded. - I don't really want to be separated, but it would be better. I can't guarantee that either. Beata leaned over to him and whispered something about "or we'll repeat what happened tonight on the train." Guion blushed deeply. Although the walls and doors in "Carnelian" were very thick, and the couple didn't try to disturb all the neighbors, if someone had wanted to eavesdrop on what was happening in Beata and Guion's room tonight, they would have concluded that the nickname Keliandra gave Guion had nothing to do with the truth.  - Also, I want to treat everyone to a farewell snack, including those who are staying, - Guion puts "Assorted" on the table. - There are ten portions here, and there are exactly ten of us. Guion and Beata take one portion each.