Otrera

Otrera turns to the dwarf miners, waiting for them to respond to Sora's questions before asking her own.

"Is the refined sargentum stored in the refining area? And how many more dwarves would be down in the mines at this time?"

She joins in the mental conversation among her colleagues.

*I'm still getting the voice as well, telling me that we'll all die. Et cetera et cetera.

*Sora, once we're ready to destroy this place, it would be unwise to leave any stores of the poison behind. Do you have the ability to obliterate objects entirely? And my primary intent is not to establish trust, but to kill giants.*