a ray of hope...?

Marino looks up at the Courier.
MARINO: Venerable Star, she left the group.
THE COURIER: AND?
MARINO: W-well, it's against the rules.
THE COURIER: AND WHOSE RULES ARE THOSE, PRAY TELL? I DON'T RECALL HAVING SET RULES FOR THIS "GROUP".
The Courier looks down at Marino. Beside them, Ísja pokes his head around and gasps.
ÍSJA: Wait... Behind them... That's...
Behind the Courier is the large Pocket they'd come through minutes earlier.
THE COURIER: DO YOUR CRONIES KNOW HOW MANY LIES YOU'VE TOLD THEM TO KEEP THEM IN LINE? LISTEN A MOMENT.
Marino stares up at the Courier nervously as the ravens from that had flown into the room earlier begin to caw raucously. They appear to be angry.
THE COURIER: EVEN THE RAVENS ARE DISPLEASED WITH YOUR LIES.
Ísja glances over at Num.
ÍSJA: Num–
NUM: I see it too. It's our way out of here.
a ray of hope...?
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