<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Her raven hair was slicked back as the young chamber maid rinsed out the soap while Sybille simply relaxed, her nimble fingers twirling the rose petals in the water. <i>Drop your family's name and they go the extra mile to make a woman feel pampered</i>, she smiled to herself. Sybille needed this, she was tired of smelling herself, especially after traveling for so long. Karcau then Starfall now here. <br/>
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She looked at the window, wondering what kind of excitement this city had to offer. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Is there any gossip?"</span></i> she asked the maid.<br/>
The young blonde paused and thought for a bit, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hmm...Just the usual M'am. Bandits and the occasional undead from Ustalav."</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span>She said as she grabbed a clean towel out of the cupboards.<br/>
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Sybille nodded slowly, pushing a rose petal under the water until she saw the white towel move beside her. She got out of the water, careful not to slosh any onto the floor. Then wrung out her hair before stepping out of the bath, her sun tanned body glistening in the moonlight. The chambermaid couldn't help but notice the various small scars that decorated her body. Nothing dramatic but clearly they tell the tale of a life filled with dangers. Sybille caught her gaze and caused the girl to blush and look away.<br/>
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With a chuckle she wrapped the towel around her bosom, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"It's alright, you can ask about them."</span></i><br/>
-<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"I'm sorry, M'am. It's none of my business."</span></i> She said as she stood there with her hand behind her back and her eyes on anything but the well-endowed Elf.<br/>
She didn't mind, people were curious...<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Well thank you, dear. That will be all. I have to get ready for a dinner."</span></i> She said as she approached the dresser, eyeing herself in the mirror that hung above it.<br/>
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The chambermaid did a curtsy before turning around and leaving the room. But before she closed the door she encountered her coworker, another chambermaid in the process of taking some dirty linen out. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Oh hey, Kiara! That Shadowfang is back!"</span><br/>
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Sybille's Elven hearing heard that loud and clear as the door closed behind her. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Shadowfang?"</span> she whispered with squinted eyes at the closed door. A devious smile graced her lips....<br/>
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Sybille wore the same vermilion outfit as before only now it was washed. She sniffed her collar as she descended the stairs into the tavern, <i>they used cheap soap but at least it's clean. </i>She didn't bring her hat with her this time. Sybille scanned the room for a familiar face and found it, but it wasn't Marek. It was a Shadowfang sitting at a table in some dark corner reading some scrolls. Well, somebody did their homework...unless it was an assassin's contract?<br/>
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She noticed how a barman was carrying around a plate of food towards the feline. She quickly walked over to the man and stopped him, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Is that for that lovely lady over there?"</span></i> She asked as she pointed at the feline. When the man confirmed Sybille took the plate from him, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"I'll take that to her, we're old friends. I want to surprise her," </span></i>she said with a girly squeal. Turning on her heels she approached the table, place the food in front of Jynx while taking a seat at the same time. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Well lookee here, the girl who caused quite a stir in a throne room."</span></i> She said as she took a peek at all the papers in front of her. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Hm, the Rod of Law..."</span></i> She spoke in hushed tones.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Your source seems to know a lot more about the Rod then the mages of the Technic League did."</span></i> She said as she casually picked up one of the scrolls and read it, trying to memorize what was written. She glanced around the tavern for any nosy onlookers but spotted Marek at the entrance. She waved at him, motioning for him to join them. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"Over here!" </span></i><br/>
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She turned to Jynx, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"This is Marek, a monk. I'm Sybille and we need you on our team."</span></i> She was blunt and to the point because time was of the essence. Plus, the Shadowfang seemed to know more than she led on. And is the feline questioned why, <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(118, 52, 174)">"I have a boat in Conqueror's Bay. Your Clan doesn't seem to have those since your kind has an aversion to water."</span></i></span>