[ They traverse along the dusty path, stepping over raised roots in the ground and ducking under (even more) roots hanging from the ceiling. It's dark and musty in the corridor, but at least nothing's diving out from the shadows to send them to an early grave. (Yet, anyway.) ]

Every so often. There's no real pattern to when it happens, but we're informed by our faction heads when it does so you guys [ with a nod back to Diluc ] aren't left fending for yourselves.

[ That sure would be a welcome into strange new lands, dumped straight into the deep end without a lifejacket to cling to. ]

You can meet with both of them after this, if you're interested.

[ Though it might end up being later rather than sooner. ]