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[h3][color=0072bc][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]The Streets of Wormsloe[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] 
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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[color=0072bc]"Yes, Cynthia."[/color] Xen sneered at Ivory, [color=0072bc]"She wasn't one to 'bestow blessings' upon her people. Have you never heard the title 'Cynthia The Tyrant'?"[/color] Xen let up on the intensity of his fear inducing aura and stepped passed Ivory toward the beggar. 

[color=0072bc]"Cynthia has no love for you. Not before, and not now from the depths of the Ossuary."[/color] The man cowered in fear from a combination of Xen's ghastly appearance and his manipulative magic. [color=0072bc]"Enjoy the kindness and naivety of this girl, and pray your soul doesn't end up on the same level as [i]her[/i]."[/color] Without waiting for Ivory's answer, Xen continued his walk toward the riverside docks.