<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille blinked rapidly for a moment when Shadow said that before they made their partnership official she needed a Shaman to 'look into her'. <i>The Mystic Arts</i>. She leaned back, the chair creaking under her weight. Sybille was never comfortable around them, <i>they undercover things that are better left alone</i>.<br/>
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And Sybille visibly stiffened when Shadow mentioned that she used to be a pirate. She never told anyone in the Guild that she was one...She wondered what gave her away. But she agreed to the stereotype, pirates are an untrustworthy bunch. She could attest to that so she acknowledged the accusation. And there's that stellar personality of hers, threatening her with a Ravager. Most likely the one that she was strolling with through the streets of Starfall.<br/>
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Sybille nodded at the Shadowfang and raised her mug, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Agreed, I'll tag along for the...shaman."</span> she said with a sigh before taking a few gulps of the mug. She looked back at Marek, chuckling for a bit. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Funny. Usually we want nothing more than a man who listens..."<br/>
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"When do we leave then? i assume your shaman resides in the Fangwoods?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null"> she asked.</span></span>