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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND I KNOW, YOU BETTER LET SOMEBODY LOVE YOU<br/>
OR FIND YOURSELF, ON YOUR OWN</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">Convinced that the man wasn't planning on killing her,</span></span></span> and even more convinced that he couldn't hurt her even if he tried, Sbatarra nodded at his reply, then took his hand and peeled his fingers apart to clatter the silver coins into his palm.  As an adventurer, such an amount was meaningless to her, but it could certainly do wonders for those less adventurous folks.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Lead away then, old man,"</span> the drow suggested, resting her wrist over the pommel of her metal babble falchion, while the other thumbed against her belt, giving her a very casual, yet very deadly appearance all at once.  Such things were lost on the blind guide, she imagined, but if anyone was going to try and give her any trouble, or her new-found companion, they would be met with stiff competition.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Say, I don't suppose you know anything about... samurais, do you?"</span> she asked as he led her along, wondering if this blind beggar could have been an adventurer in the past, and lost his sight and all his wealth at some point in his career.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>