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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">LOOK AT THE WAY WE LIVE<br/>
DOWN HERE I CANNOT SLEEP FROM FEAR NO</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">In her thoughtful state,</span></span></span> Sbatarra had forgotten to draw up both her hood and mask, instead leaving both down after she had traveled far from Izmit.  She needed to feel the rush of cool air on her face, and with her hair being the colour that it was, she was less damning from a distance than her fellow drow kin.  Still, she instinctively reached for the cowl once she noticed the approaching group, but once she realized what sort of party was approaching, she put her hand down and took hold of the reins, slowing her steed to a cautious trot.  These creatures would offer no challenge in this battered state, and given her dark skin and pointed ears, it would be obvious to them all what she was.<br/>
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She liked orcs, and ogres as well, especially goblins and kobolds, because they understood their place.  They took one look at her, and knew that she was superior, knew that they should listen, or die.  Humans, dwarves, gnomes, elves, all the more <i>civilized</i> creatures acted differently, treating her like some sort of monster, either wanting to run her through, lynch her, stone her, or just kick her out of the tavern.  She was a civilized monster, caught somewhere in the middle of both spectrum's, unable to fully fit into any culture but her own.  Given her heritage, however, even her own culture had shunned her, leaving her quite alone in the world.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Was there a silver haired woman there?  Human?  Black kilt, blades quick as lightning?"</span> she asked, curious to know if Sil had stuck around after that fight.  Even if she had injured her slightly, if this party had attacked recently, they might have managed to weaken her even more, making the kill just a little bit easier.  But did she want to kill her?  That was still running through her mind.  Did she want to face her when she wasn't at her best?  What was it that she truly wanted?  She had no idea.</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>