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[h2][color=a187be]Agnes[/color][/h2][/center]
Agnes sat on the deck of a small sloop that is headed back for Sheolan, tying up her hair which got messy from the strong winds. [color=a187be][i]A wasted trip here...[/i][/color] She opened her book and flipped to the last chapter, gazing periodically at the seagulls flying by. That relic had shattered apart just like that, before she could even have her wish stated out. [color=a187be][i]Figures, a gimmick relic like that is too good to be true...[/i][/color] She squinted her eyes against the orange sunlight to read the last pages of that book she borrowed, she wasn't sure why, but she found herself unable to concentrate from those ringing thoughts in her head. 

[color=a187be][i]Probably just me... the whole ferry is taking a toll on me...[/i][/color] Agnes disregarded those clutter of voices, closing the book and tidying up her robes for her trip back home. Similar thoughts like this would surface before, and she wondered how it would be like to have a peaceful and more simple life. [color=a187be][i]My subconsciousness acting up again... Better focus on my reality for now... Have to return this book to the library, then try an attempt on the rebel leader tonight. Otherwise the Baron will be pissed...[/i][/color] Her thoughts are calm and collected this time, but unfortunately clear and concise enough for most, if not all to 'hear' it. [color=a187be][i]Not too interested on prying between affairs of a kingdom fighting within a kingdom, but a job's a job... A plate of porkchop after all these would do ~~[/i][/color]