<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The raven-haired elf continued to peruse around, her feathered hat low over her emerald eyes. She quickly looked over her shoulder when yet another man left abruptly; muttering to himself about wasting a platinum-ranked adventurer's time. Many guests were whispering among themselves, theorizing about the mission they've been hired for. If they should accept. More manpower in a war? Escorting the king or someone valuable to him to some location? A retrieval of more wealth? Sybille wondered what the Black Sovereign could possibly want that he doesn't already have...<br/>
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But then suddenly the conversations quieted when the king spoke, his voice was the kind that demanded attention. Sybille arched a well sculpted eyebrow at the mention that the king had found a way to close the Worldwound, a dimensional rift to the Abyssal Realms. Sybille restrained herself from scoffing at the arrogance. No mortal hand could possibly do such a feat.<br/>
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The king was a large man, his armor only adding to his imposing size and image as a warlord. The crowd murmured but was quickly interrupted again as the king continued his speech. But not only that, he proved to the adventurers that their trip to Numeria was worth their while as the object in his hand glowed and caused the Black Sovereign to levitate of the ground effortlessly. Sybille quickly but subtly glanced around the room for any hidden mages, suspecting that perhaps the barbarian king wanted to dazzle them. It wouldn't be the first time an adventurer was duped into a wild goose chase...<br/>
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But Rahadoum, now that was a nation worth visiting. It was exotic, mysterious, and with the right people would make for one hell of a resort trip...If it weren't for the terrifying wildlife. It still made her skin crawl. Sybille's body suddenly lurched involuntary at the memories, discreetly trying to shake it off as she rubbed her arms in comfort. But as the king fell silent and returned to his seat the crowd started to become more lively. Sybille too walked around, listening in on some conversations even striking a few herself as she talked to the other guests. She eventually found her way to the table with refreshments, taking a bite of a plate with oily meat chunks. "Well, dress a swine in pearls...", she muttered to herself with disappointment to the food. The barbarian warlord was after all still...a barbarian when it came to his taste buds.<br/>
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She glanced around, pondering about the intel she had gathered but not before returning a friendly nod to a passing monk. Briefly eyeing the man from top till bottom... A cute bottom, she noted. She take a deep breath and straightened her thoughts again. Based on the ridiculously large sum of money the king was offering and the vagueness of the servants, she was still doubting.<br/>
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The vagueness made her think that perhaps the servants weren't allowed to share much information. Or perhaps they knew as much as the adventurers did? If that is the case then why trust complete strangers with the task of retrieving this 'weapon' and not the people loyal to you? Sybille watched as slowly alliances began to form among the adventurers, people began to distance from each other. She chuckled briefly, greed is good enough method to demand loyalty... Was the artifact really worth that many golden crowns?<br/>
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Her train of thoughts got derailed again when a dark feline approached the king, causing Sybille to furrow her brows. A smirk creeped up her lips as she listened to the Shadowfang, it seems her questions will be answered quicker than she thought. She heard of the Shadowfangs before, feline assassins as mysterious and ominous as the Fangwoods they inhabit. Luckily she never caught their attention.</span>