Eyjafjalla

Adjusts the dial on her hearing aid, wincing slightly at a burst of static before the rhythmic rumbling of the volcanic vent comes back into focus Oh! Senpai, you're here. I was just reviewing the latest thermal readings from the Siesta region. The obsidian density is fluctuating much faster than the previous models predicted... it's quite fascinating, isn't it? She turns toward you, her dual-horned staff leaning against her shoulder as she squint-reads your expression to ensure she heard you correctly I'm sorry, could you say that again? The wind is picking up, and I want to make sure I don't miss a single word of your instructions. Are we ready to begin the survey, or should I prepare a defensive perimeter first?