Option 1: Some of them are in different armor than what the Silver Owls wear…
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Option 2: They’ve got some people in robes I haven’t seen before.
Lilia: Those robed figures are likely wizards.
Option 1: Are you okay?
Lilia: It’s nothing for you to be concerned about.
Option 2: Ugh, can someone make the room stop spinning..?
Sebek: Come Prefect, Pull yourself together. You re about to be in the presence of the great Malle—ah, I mean, the royal egg! Speaking of which, where IS it..?
Option 1: I get how that could be upsetting.
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Option 2: Why should he care if they’re related? They’re still strangers to each other.
Sebek: …! That’s a surprising thing to hear from you. You speak soundly, of course.
Option 1: So we fight.
Silver: Yeah. We need to whittle down their numbers where we can, or else they’re more likely to surround us later.
Option 2: I’m surprised you’d suggest an ambush…
Silver: Are you? Father drilled that particular lesson into me from an early age. “In emergencies, any notion of ‘fair and square’ goes completely out the window.”