[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

There's a frown on Mazelina's face despite their victory. She brings a palm to her right temple, pressing there both for the headache forming, and against the side that lost some hair. Tragic.

"Mazelina," she says, and then lifts her gaze from the ground, "It is nice to meet you, though I suppose I should mention that he spoke in my head. The...hooded one."