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A soft snoring filled the room as Levrine slept before one of his ears twitched at a soft sound coming from the door. His eyes popped open in an instant and he waited to see if there would be further noise. When there wasn't one, he slowly put his hands against the door and pushed it open. A quick look around revealed no one to be in the room and he fully stepped out of the armoire sitting against the wall. He glanced over at his bed where a bundle of sheets and pillows formed the image of a person and saw that it hadn't been disturbed. He relaxed slightly and reached behind him to pull the sheathed Katana from the armoire as well.<br/>
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He rolled his neck, hearing it pop slightly as he stretched his meagerly dressed form, tail stretching out as his claws came free for a moment. He gave a small yawn before walking over to the bed and reaching underneath it to pull his clothes and armor out from the bottom of the bedframe. He had a healthy bit of paranoia after being a...purveyor of 'lost' goods...for so long. Also, he'd had a few lovers in the past who'd had jealous spouses who'd snuck in and attempted to kill him in his sleep. Now he slept in closets, armoires, wardrobes, and anything else that wasn't his bed on <i>The Obsidian Wing</i>. <br/>
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Unfortunately, with the repairs, selling of various materials, and other ill gotten goods, Levrine hadn't been allowed to stay in his room. All for the best, a cannon ball had gone through the wall and it tended to be a bit drafty when that happened. He pulled his kimono closed over his armor and flexed his mind to activate the minor enchantment on it, watching as the smoke trailed from his sleeves and chest area and grinned at himself in the standing mirror of his room. Never knew when he needed to intimidate someone and if his claws and teeth didn't shut them down, the effects of his smoldering armor would.<br/>
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He tucked the amulet around his neck into the hem of his kimono and strapped the Katana to his side. It vibrated slightly as it settled and he felt the calm mind of the spirit come awake. He couldn't communicate with it in a typical manner but it could share feelings and impressions, and it shared a few tricks that it had learned with him. With a flick of his fingers he whispered a word of power and the room dulled slightly. His armor and sword glowed softly but nothing else jumped out at him, nothing magical anyway. He let the Detect Magic spell fade away, loosing his concentration on it as he turned to the letter resting on the floor near the door.<br/>
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The Cheetah Tabaxi picked up the letter and grabbed a candle, another simple word and gesture and the candle flickered to life before he set it aside and opened the letter.<br/>
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Mumbling as it was read, his tail flicked back and forth "Captain Z, already got another mission for us? That man really gets around" he chuckled and brought the letter to the candle and set it aflame before carrying it to the window and opening the shutters enough to cast another small cantrip, blowing the ashes to the winds of Veldross.<br/>
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His stomach growled slightly as he watched the people bustled about, the time when their work long passed with the morning as he gauged the time to be a little before noon. He hoped the Captain was providing some food at this <i>Icey Dachshund</i> Tavern. He grinned at the idea.<br/>
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Closing the shutters, he headed out of the room with a snap of his fingers, the candle snuffing itself out as he did.​</div>