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</div><br/><br/>Nokomis made her way through the crowded streets of Tempest.  Padding along silently beside her, the large dark grey wolf drew a few curious glances as they passed.  Nokomis ignored them as she focused on the path ahead.<br/><br/>She grumbled under her breath and sighed as she wondered, not for the first time, why she was even here.  She hated the city, hated dealing with the crowds of people.  Hell, if she had any sense she'd be halfway to one of the other Arks by now.  The rumbling ache in the pit of her stomach reminded Nokomis of why she had agreed to stay.<br/><br/>As she stepped into the Arcaneum, Nokomis pushed the hood of her heavy cloak back and let the warmth sink into her body.  She glanced around as she stepped up to the reception desk, wondering who it was she that she was suppose to speak to.  Had she arrived too late?