[Daria hadn't planned on staying here, not really. The smart thing would be to find an exit and not die. That's the motto Daria always followed, killjoy she was. But she was here, and after years of discovering and learning, she was here and learning more.

Learning was also survival. And profit.

But she was one girl. With magic of her own now, sure. But she didn't have the firepower of anyone else. She didn't know where her crew was. Perhaps the key here was to play with this idea of greater profits and greater chance of survival with numbers. Y'know, maybe she should act like a pirate. For the crew, her friends. Or whatever.

Both sides of her mind were fighting this, but ultimately had to make a decision fast. Okay.]

I'm guessing you're fully equipped and ready? Who the hell even knows what we're dealing with. I know we have magic.