[ That's a fair point. She has no idea if this is truly the town's doing or not - and it's not as though she had the choice to come here in the first place. Everything, from her arrival to the dragons to whatever this day has done to her feels like they're mere pawns in a game. Why bother fighting it? ]

Heh. So in the face of the unbeatable, you lay down your arms... I can't say I'd choose any different.

[ Magilou leans forward, her elbow resting on her knee and bending forward to place her chin at her palm. She turns to the side and looks up at them, almost lazily, without any other traces of expression on her face. If apathy is the name of the game, the town has gotten what it's wanted from this bench. ]

Your own world doesn't give you much choice in its whims, either?