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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">YOU DON'T LIKE IT IN THE SHADOWS<br/>
BUT YOU WON'T LET ME SHINE A LIGHT</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">Although the trip was slow and lazy at best,</span></span></span> at least Sbatarra had her tobacco to smoke, and plenty of songs to hum, keeping herself well entertained and fighting off her addictions for the day, as she effortlessly flapped through the sky with those smokey wings of hers.  She was thankful that there were no more creatures for her to fight, no more people to save or monsters to vanquish.  Now she was finally going to reach her destination, the first leg in her exciting adventure, an adventure she still needed to plan out.  But that was the exciting part, the whole trekking onward to ones destination, to figure out the next step from there.<br/>
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Standing before the castle gates, Sbatarra furled her <i>Fell Flight</i> wings, keeping them active, but concealed at the same time, leaving her cloak just as tattered, if not a bit more smokey black than usual.  With the gates standing directly before her, Sbatarra offered a slight nod towards one of the guards.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Hello,"</span> she began, trying to seem as friendly as she possibly could.  Of course, with those glowing amber eyes, damning dark skin, shaved head and styled Mohawk, and weapons larger than life, she certainly didn't look the part.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I've traveled from Izmit to do research here in Burland Castle's library,"</span> the assassin explained, nodding towards the castle proper.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm afraid this is my first visit here, as I am... <i>native</i> to Izmit,"</span> she went on, glancing beyond the gate to study the citizens and other guards, before looking back to the one she was talking to.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I don't suppose you can show me the way to the library, could you?"</span></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>