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If Salazaar's appearance startled Lucrecia, she didn't show it. She was very good at that, hiding her feelings, when she wanted to. Her face was now set in icy displeasure, her dark blue orbs shifting to the newcomer. Lucrecia hated surprises, and the day had been full of them. It was enough to put her in the foulest of moods. She was about to protest the man joining her table when he motioned for her to be silent. She scowled darkly at the older man, but remained silent. That he knew her name immediately made her suspicious, but that he knew her encounter with Haern made the hair on the back of her neck raise on end. She didn't like people knowing her affairs. For now, she remained silent and listened to what the man had to say.<br/>
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She chewed on her mutton, eyes passing from one man to the other. She deliberately ignored the raven's presence, carefully avoiding looking at it. Usually, the thing would not have bothered her, but seeing as she had developed some unwanted powers, she didn't want to be anywhere near an animal. She had too many problems without adding on some power that Haern had just decided to so 'generously' bestow upon her. She listened in silence as she was told of their 'mission' to stop Twilight. Their heart's desire, hmm? Well, at the moment, her heart's desire was to be rid of this so called Gift and get on with her life as she saw fit. That did not include saving the world.<br/>
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As far as Lucrecia could tell, this mission could take months, if not years, to accomplish. She didn't see any point in getting involved. Oh, sure, the world would be destroyed or some such, but way she lived her life, she very much doubted if she would live to see that day anyways. Nonetheless, she stayed quiet and let the men talk, biding her time. Once she had finished with her meal, she pushed the plate away from her and stood, her palms planted firmly on the table.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>"This isn't my fight."</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">Simple, as always. That was Lucrecia's way.<br/>
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She moved away from the table, tucking the key to her room behind her belt. She stretched languidly and crossed her arms behind her back as she walked to the staircase. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>"Good luck with the mission, boys,"</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">she said over her shoulder. She passed the serving girl as she walked to the stairs, ordering enough booze to drown out the day's memories. And maybe deafen her to the sounds of the animals around her.<br/>
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