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Imelda Fletcher
You want to hear about my plan?
The enthusiasm behind his words surprised Imelda, who didn't actually expect the monster to be willing to divulge this master plan of his. But there was a tickling in the back of her mind, the excitement to his eyes and his eagerness to share brought forward something in her mind, still shrouded in a darkness that she needed to wipe from the memory that was fighting to be seen.
Shaking her head, she hesitantly tucked the weapon back into the waistband of her trousers before reaching up to unclip the leathers from her body. The black sap that caged her in doing nothing except absorbing the heat and causing perspiration to bead along her hairline.
A long breath of relief was released as the chest plate made of leathers loosened and finally dropped to the floor. She rolled her shoulders and quietly rubbed at her neck as she listened, fighting the urge to pour some of the water from the waterskin onto her neck.
"The odd things about Mineral Hill-- this isn't to do with the amount of Catalyst they have, is it?" She frowned, looking up at him as she re-rolled the sleeves of her tunic. "I saw some of the vials after we arrived here, they had too much for what they had to possibly trade. They have a few traps but I just thought that was the usual, to discourage any attacks."
Pausing in her out loud thinking, Imelda directed her gaze outside the cage, head turning to do so. Her arms slowly moved to fold across her chest, fingers drumming against her upper arm on the one side as she continued her musing inwardly. Eventually she looking back to the monster in Kalvar's body, eyeing him suspiciously.
"What secrets do you know about? You've slaughtered countless lives just to get the specific group you want, when you could have easily posed in any human body to reveal the truth to the right person. So this also can't be a sick, twisted kind of justice you're seeking. So why not just let me go back and start digging around instead of waiting for this new group."
While her caution kept her from getting any closer to the monster, her curiosity was too captured by this point. Imelda had felt something was off about the village the moment they arrived, but she hadn't bothered to ask the questions this creature so clearly wished someone should. But if she could convince him to let her go, to go back to the village and begin questioning the village people... then she could kill two birds with one stone.
Escape and find out what the hell was going on at Mineral Hill.