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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Wormsloe alleyway[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Xen[/b]
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Xen made moderate pace while telling her what little he knew about Celderon. Based on the contents of the journal, it was no surprise that he was a pyrat. Although it never directly stated so, most of the stories were of more deviant activities. Being of a logical mind, though, Ivory was willing to look past a man's discrepancies in favor of the pursuit of science. As the pair got closer to the ship docks, they passed a few homeless people in the alley. One reached out, gripping the end of Ivory's cloak. "Excuse me miss, could you spare some change?" Ivory stopped, turned, and regarded the worn person slumped at her feet. A long, dark rash riddled his forearm where he clung to her garment. Without hesitation, Ivory took hold of his arm and ran her gloved hand along his skin, pulling from the flux to heal him. She tended to favor magic use in the form of potions or other healing instruments, but she had none on her at the time. His skin healed immediately and the relief on his face was visible. She grabbed a few coins from a purse in her bag and handed them to the man. 

[color=40ceb6]"May Cynthia bestow blessings upon you,"[/color] she added. Then she turned away from him, directly into the stone frame of Xen.