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Unread 25th of September, 2005, 02:10
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Surayons eyes open, coming out of her reverie with the eae of a century of practice. Rising to her feet, she glances over at Nicos - sitting there, eyes fixed on the rising sun - before moving over to the embers of the fire and prodding the ashes, stirring the coals for a few seconds before stepping away, seeing flames in the dull gleam of the ashes. Sitting besides the bard, she draws her longsword and begins to slowly, methodically, sharpen the already razor edge, the rasp of the whetstone almost a soothing balm to her ears. Without looking at the one-armed man, she speaks, quietly, but with a chill note that not even the dawn can chase away.

"So. This Citadel? What can we expect to find in there?"
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