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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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The fear that encapsulated Ivory when Xen towered over her was suffocating; it weaved itself into every crevice of her conscious mind. It had to be influential magic. She had never met someone with the ability but it was a notorious power and she had heard how it took over every inch of a person. Most of its users were in positions of nobility or warlords. [color=40ceb6][i]Is Xen a criminal?[/i][/color] After he barked at the man, he abruptly turned and stalked toward the docks. [color=40ceb6][i]Should I follow him?[/i][/color] As soon as his presence left her, her fear waned and her determination set in. He was the key she needed to continue Celderon's work. Obviously Cynthia was a point of anger for him, so she would not bring the goddess up in conversation. [color=40ceb6][i]Simple.[/i][/color] She rushed down the alleyway to catch up with the brusque stranger. [color=40ceb6]"Xen,"[/color] she called out. She reached out and grabbed his arm. [color=40ceb6]"Wait please! I'd still like to accompany you to find blood thistle, if you'll have me."[/color]