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She tilted her head to the side. She looked confused. She spoke in orc. "Tell me who you work for so when you die I can repay the kindness." both of her blades where in hand and she looked to know what she was doing. Her stance and subtle foot placement kept her weight off her front foot. the leather she wore was well oiled and silent. "We are servants of death and now we will dance to the threads of fate." As she moved her image shimmered and the one became three. Each one moved independently "You're good but I've been killing for hundreds of years." They crisscrossed and leaped in the air. The only difference was non of them had a scent.