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Her worries were proven correct, for she was faced with three suspicious strangers. They hadn't made a sound in their approach, and they didn't even smell like anything. Was that possible? Cierzo had begun trembling, her form receding into itself as she cowered; however an attack did not come. They stood there, staring at her in a way that denoted... expectation? She knew the gaze well, and began to look closely at their faces in order to figure out what they wanted from her. One was a serious man, almost angry and she immediately felt small before him. Another was a cheerful creature, tail wagging and eye gleaming with excitement; that one made her feel the most anxious out of the three. But the last one, she felt a kindred spirit. A sadness, a mourning. Cierzo tried her best to display a more composed facade, and with a hesitant gaze she spoke to the sorrowful guide. "What's w-wrong?"

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