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Alex looked down, bewildered. She was no stranger to this type of thing, but it was sudden and very much unexpected. She assumed her day was going to finish on a constant rush of excitement.

 [color=662d91]"Is this what people do around here, steal others stools?"[/color]

She looked up to the culprit, Zyrid, and smiled her signature smile with a hint of devious calculation.[color=630460]"I suppose it is."[/color] Looking behind her at the chair, she asked, [color=630460]"What was wrong with that chair? It was fine to me."[/color] She let out a small laugh and looked back uo to Zyrid. Watching his eyes flicker in anticipation and a hint of desire. Anticipation of what though, she wonders. For a moment she considers finding out for herself, but she had made the decision to keep that part of her dormant unless it was needed. Her power was often a burden, even if it has helped more than it has hurt. 

She realized that she had been staring at Zyrid for an extended amount of time, so she turned to the glass in her hand and took a swig.