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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">THAT'S NOT THE BEGINNING OF THE END<br/>
THAT'S THE RETURN TO YOURSELF<br/>
THE RETURN TO INNOCENCE</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">Stopping before the river,</span></span></span> Sbatarra dipped her hand into the chilling water and then rubbed her fingertips over her forehead, wiping free the sweat and grease from her exploits throughout the day.  She had gone through so much, and now she was ready for just one night of rest.  She wasn't even going to lean back and meditate for three hours like she could have, reflecting on the day's events and then going off to experience the next.  She would rest for a good six hours, just to give her time to be alone with her thoughts, to muse about all the little things she had done and still had left to do in her life.  Five times in this week alone she had almost died, be it by suffering terrible blows by a samurai's blade, or having bones broken from giant thrown stones, or even running the risk of being gobbled up by a dragon.  All these events had made the drow pause to reconsider how her life had gone since leaving the Underdark.<br/>
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As far as she was concerned, she had been shown that her entire way of life could've been improved, by just accepting the things she initially saw as weak and pathetic.  To do so, however, was to accept that all one hundred and sixty years were failed, to acknowledge that she had been living her life incorrectly, and now had to change herself to be someone she wasn't.  She just wasn't sure she could do that, but she wasn't sure if she could ever improve if she didn't make the attempt.<br/>
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With a huff, the warlock floated over the water and settled down in the shadows of the entrance to the cave, cloaked with her <i>Walk Unseen</i> invocation, free to meditate and reflect unseen by even the most trained of eyes.</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>