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She'd seen the civilians running for cover and the groups of fighters going towards the calls of distress, seemingly coming out of the woodwork. She'd also seen that, guessing by the sheer amount of people showing up, whatever was happening surely can't be too good.
But she'd also guessed that she wanted in on the action.
So off the tiny sylvari went down the hill, roots crunching under her feet and greatsword bouncing against the back of her legs as she went. Evalerne wove her way through the groups of heroes, avoiding those prepping weapons and laying machines so she could see just what was going on.
However, when she reached the edge of the ring of people her grin of excitement fell. All that she saw before her was Risen.
Droves upon droves of Risen.
No...this certainly wasn't good. At all. There was no way this could end well...