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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND MY GOOD INTENTIONS NEVER END<br/>
THE WAY I MEANT</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">Crinkling her nose,</span></span></span> Sbatarra dipped her head down for a moment, sticking a finger in her ear to give it a rough shake.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Llar'ena xsa'us sivahs. Zu'tour phor natha klew'ar,"</span> she muttered, barely audible over the merry crowd in the background.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Ori'gato uns'aa morfeth ussta ehmtu inth,"</span> she hissed then, as if talking to herself.  Finally, after she was done trying to pick at her brain through her ear-canal, she looked back up to Baltazar and met his grinning gaze with her own silent stare.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"You said a duel, right?  You don't want me to kill this woman?"</span> she asked, already accepting the offer with a surprisingly strong and firm handshake, though likely not as strong as his own.<br/>
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She had no issues with this plan so far.  She knew this samurai would be a challenge, and although she would've liked to face her on her own, perhaps earning some coin to do half the work would be the better choice anyway.</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>