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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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[color=0054a6]“Did you [i]know[/i] her?”[/color] His eyes were like wine and it took her a second to register his question. [color=40ceb6][i]Her? Who could he possibly have been talking about?[/i][/color] The slight movement of the homeless main sitting at her feet connected the dots for her.

[color=40ceb6]"Cynthia? Are you asking if I know Cynthia?"[/color] His face was unreadable. She backed up slightly, uneasy with the lack of space between them. His predatory looming made her feel like easy prey. She lifted her chin in attempted defiance against the fear that was beginning to generate inside of her. She knew nothing of this man and it could be a fatal mistake. [color=40ceb6]"How could I possibly know her?"[/color] Xen must have been insane or else he was speaking of someone else.