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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">SO IF YOU LOVE ME<br/>
WON'T YOU LET ME KNOW?</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">Swallowing hard,</span></span></span> Sbatarra kept her sitting position, though she visibly stiffened once the father dragon had revealed itself.  She had expected such a powerful creature to be lurking nearby, though she had honestly hoped that there wouldn't have been one, for whatever reason.  The last thing she needed to do was try and prove that she wasn't quite as evil and dark as her fellow dark skinned kin.  Getting a dragon of hundreds of years to suddenly trust a creature whose people were known for terrible acts of evil wouldn't be easy, but it was either that, or be a bad tasting snack.  She really didn't want to end up as a snack this night.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"As I said before to your child,"</span> she nodded to the smaller drake, using the Elven language as well out of respect to the dragon's wishes, <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm merely traveling to Burland Castle, and for purely education reasons at that.  I've lived on the surface for close to eight decades now, and I have no intention to return to the Underdark and reestablish connections to my people.  My guild was destroyed, attacked in the middle of the night and its members murdered without mercy, so I left by my master's orders to strike out on my own, to grow in skill as he had.  Again, I mean you and your child both no harm,"</span> she said once more, eyes narrowing into wary slits.  Although her words were honest, they were terribly pained as well, for not only was she intimidated by the massive dragon, but she had always been terrible at seeming genuine when trying to be diplomatic.  She truly didn't want to harm any dragons this day, and the wyrmling had made a solid first impression.<br/>
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If anything, she'd likely rise up to defend the little creature, if something came down to it.</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>