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   Seeing the dead half elf take his questions that seriously and spill out his entire life story was both boring and amusing to Tim. Mortals never failed to bring a smile to his face. They always took things so literally, even the magic inclined ones. [color=7ea7d8]"Death? Me? Hahahaha! Boy, you [i]really[/i] need to learn a thing or two about this place. First off, Death? She's a crazy ol--[/color]

   Before the pale little man could finish his sentence, a door opened itself in the back of the inn. A tanned woman, with brigh white hair came through with and, with her, a comforting cold breeze. As she came closer to the table, Stride was able to see her better. Her hair seemed ethereal and was contantly moving, even when she stoped. Despite her pointy ears, her facial features clearly showed she had no relation to any races known to stride. Her face was long with protrudent bones. Her eyes slightly bigger than the eyes of a human, but they were all white, with grey patterns all across. Despite the unusual features, she was beautiful in a way that was hard to describe.

   As she came close enough, Stride was able to notice that her light blue robes were translucid and that, if he focused on it, he'd be able to see her body underneat. Before he could dwelve more into her appearance, she begun to speak [color=00aeef]"What were you saying, [i][b]Tim[/b][/i]?"[/color] Her voice was sweet and melodic, and she sounded almost playful. The emphasis she put on "Tim" clearly showed that she was amused at the name chosen by her assistant. 

   [color=00aeef]"I am the one your kind would call Death. Although you can call me Shalana, it's the closest to my real name that your kind can pronounce. What have you guys discussed already?"[/color] She asked with a pleasant smile that showed her sharp teeth.