[Beachside]

Libby gives a somewhat satisfied smile and Magtok fails to become a screaming missile.
Excellent.

Although that line of thought is somewhat bumbled up by a confused blink.
Dena say what?
Make him make out with...

She gives a little head-shake.
"Slavery...? Wasn't that outlawed in this land?"

Oh hey, and a Clarissa.
She seems...different. Maybe bad, maybe good?
The reaper will patiently wait to judge, as always.
Her conversation with Dena will continue to take precedence, as long as Magtok isn't being beaten to death or something.