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Raising an elegantly arched eyebrow, Lucrecia glanced at the puppet on the girl's hand. It spoke in an entirely different voice than the girl. She wondered briefly what the child would do if she snatched the toy from her. She shook her head at her foolishness. She wasn't going to torture some kid for her own grim amusement. So they had found the fifth Chosen. Yipee. She couldn't see how this girl would be able to help them. The girl looked like she belonged in a madhouse with a giant talking puppet on her hand, speaking to it as though it were a sentient being. Of course, sometimes she thought that she herself belonged in a madhouse. Her attention was pulled away from the girl as she felt the priest move behind her.<br/>
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Making a vexed sound, Lucrecia watched Ceej heal the thugs, eyes flashing dangerously as he healed the one she had bloodied. She stalked over to the man, menace in every line of her body.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"I don't like my handiwork undone, Holy Man,"</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">she said darkly. This was why she disliked priests. They were too soft, taking pity on scum like these men. Would he heal the allies of Twilight so that their enemies could stab them in the back after their misplaced kindness. Lucrecia didn't like it. Not one bit. <br/>
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(( Terrible, I know. Sorry. &gt; &lt; )) <br/>
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