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RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. She waited a bit, to notice that nothing happened. Deimos, a tall dark and quiet force at her side had nothing to say either. And so she continued to wait for a few minutes longer than before before she decided they likely weren’t coming. Frey has shown up fast, and she sighed to herself, glancing to Deimos with an almost apologetic look. Perhaps he was right, perhaps they both were bad luck. Perhaps she had used all the good graces she had gathered from Frey way before ever thinking she should try and talk to another god. Regardless, she folded her arms behind her back and turned from the shrine – leaving the flowers there as she looked to the temple door. “I suppose you’re right.” She offered him through the quiet and somewhat dusty temple. “I don’t think they’ll be answering us today. Perhaps we should think on it more and try to gain more information?” She questioned, looking back toward Deimos. But part of her pride was wounded, too, and she wondered if her wariness of the shrines had anything to do with it. And despite her fact she’d only tried once since her meeting with Frey, she wondered if they’d ever answer her again. She wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t, especially if things continued to get worse. because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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