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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]::Tracing her fingers in the dirt before her, she notices the trail of blood. Grinning darkly, she follows it as best she could, losing its track about 15 feet later. Frowning, she looks up, seeing nothing.:: Bah. ::Sighing softly, she stands, dusting her hands against her thighs, cleaning them.:: What now? ::Walking back to the bar, she searches for any other trail that might show signs of struggle. Seeing none, she frowns slightly, then proceeds the rest of the way to the bar.:: == ::Taking her feet from the bartop, she yawns and looks out over the room, seeing some of the patrons flopped over, their snores reverberating against the walls. Hearing the movement in the other room, she looks over at the entrance and looks at Lobian astonished.:: I thought that surely you were dying the night before...but look at you. Pristine. Interesting... ::Her voice hung on the air for a moment:: Ready for breakfast?[/quote]
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Shadow Stryker
Mistress of the Shadows
'Tender at the Tavern

This message was updated on 5/21/2003 12:45:18 PM by Shadow Stryker

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replied on: 5/21/2003 12:40:29 PM

::Tracing her fingers in the dirt before her, she notices the trail of blood. Grinning darkly, she follows it as best she could, losing its track about 15 feet later. Frowning, she looks up, seeing nothing.::

Bah.

::Sighing softly, she stands, dusting her hands against her thighs, cleaning them.::

What now?

::Walking back to the bar, she searches for any other trail that might show signs of struggle. Seeing none, she frowns slightly, then proceeds the rest of the way to the bar.::

==

::Taking her feet from the bartop, she yawns and looks out over the room, seeing some of the patrons flopped over, their snores reverberating against the walls. Hearing the movement in the other room, she looks over at the entrance and looks at Lobian astonished.::

I thought that surely you were dying the night before...but look at you. Pristine. Interesting...

::Her voice hung on the air for a moment::

Ready for breakfast?

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