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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">TAKING OVER THIS TOWN, THEY SHOULD WORRY<br/>
BUT THESE PROBLEMS ASIDE I THINK I TAUGHT YOU WELL</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">Pulling back her hand,</span></span></span> Sbatarra gave it an experimental shake, just to make sure nothing was shattered or dislocated.  Although his grasp wasn't that strong intentionally, as a trained assassin, she could tell there was much power in those beefy hands of his.  Enough power to crush bones like a stick, she figured.  Still, despite his strength, Sbatarra still felt confidant in her invocations and her dexterity.  If this man were to try anything funny, like most stray contractors do, he would have to catch her first.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm sorry?"</span> she asked, tilting her head to the side as she considered his phrasing.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Love or hate?  I'm afraid you may have to clarify there,"</span> she sighed, shrugging her shoulders before reaching for the bottle.  Although she wasn't much of a drinker, she still had an impeccably strong stomach, and often drank Double-Dead and half of the rest of the guild under the table.  Those were younger days, though.  She had to have been at least a hundred and fifty.<br/>
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Boy do times change.<br/>
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Taking the bottle, she gave it a swig, then squirted the lime into her mouth and followed the same gestures of her companion, swishing it around and mixing it together, before ultimately swallowing and giving her head a quick shake.  That was stronger than she had expected, but not strong enough to knock her off her feet.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I can see the appeal, though if you're looking for truly exotic drinks, you'd do well to visit the Underdark sometime,"</span> she said, her lips forming into a wicked grin of her own, sharp and dangerous as the blade on her back.</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>