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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND THEY WON'T WAIT, AND THEY WON'T WAIT, AND THEY WON'T WAIT<br/>
WE'RE HERE TO STAY, WE'RE HERE TO STAY, WE'RE HERE TO STAY</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">Nodding slowly,</span></span></span> but only after a scoff, Sbatarra even threw a roll of her eyes into the mixture before turning to fully face the counter, resting both elbows on the woodwork and raising her bottle to her lips.  The <i>Sublime Way</i> was not new to her, although she never really understood it or appreciated it the way Double-Dead had.  If he had his way, she would have forsaken her entire demonic heritage and immense potential in the warlock related arts to become a swordsage just like him.  Instead, he only passed along his knowledge of the assassin's art, and she remained obvious to the true nature of the <i>Sublime Way</i>.  Double-Dead had spoken about it frequently, but as far as Sbatarra was concerned, there was only one way she needed to follow and understand, and that was her own.  Again, she was very much so a fan of slipping through the cracks of society and law, freeing herself of all those restrictions and codes.  As of late, however, she was beginning to question that.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"I've heard of it, but I'm not that educated when it comes to anything about it.  In one ear, out the other,"</span> she said, taking another swig from her bottle.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I likely know just as much about it as you probably know this,"</span> she paused, raising both hands and making several rapid and complex gestures with her hands and fingers.  Drow sign language, one could assume, and whatever she said, it wasn't likely kind.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"But if we have time to kill, by all means, educate me, <i>partner</i>,"</span> the drow said with a practically downright evil sneer, flashing a wink that seemed to imply much more sinister things than what she truly meant.</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>