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As Cierzo peered into the water, something caught her eye at the bottom of the lake. She couldn't see it clearly, so she leaner forward a bit more... a bit more... and they she slipped. Her blush form falling into an immediate struggle to swim. But the currents were strong, much too strong. She had not the brute strength of her brother, nor the skill of an expert swimmer; hell she hardly knew how to swim in the first place. As her body was dragged down by the current of the whirlpool, she felt pain as she scratched her chin on something. It was cold, she did not experience the warm hald of death- no. With a tremble she pulled herself onto an... underground shore? The chill in her bones assured her that she was alive, so she looked to her guide who was also drenched in water. The woman was searching the walls of an icy palace, text ingraved into the walls; a cracked fortress she approached while keeping a close distance to her guide. Cierzo was scared. She wanted to leave. But how could she get back with the whirlpool, let alone the fog that brought her here? Would she have to follow the other woman until the end? Maybe... if she could only squeeze through the cracks there...

Cierzo is choosing dexterity.

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