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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]
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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]“Ofcourse,”[/color] Xen spoke with a clear tone, as if the past minute hadn’t even happened, [color=0072bc]“At the dock ahead there’s a ship called the Cerberus. Ask the harbormaster. Wait for me on board and we’ll set off by evening. I need to see to some other matters first.”[/color] He shook Ivory off his arm and grabbed his flask. He looked slightly flushed, but it quickly subsided with a swig of blood. 

With that, Xen began walking away before stopping abruptly. [color=0072bc]“Oh, and you’ll need this if you don’t want the crew to kill you... Or worse.”[/color] A [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fa/89/c7/fa89c706824c45c4f4c77b3f60aaf466--thistles-celtic.jpg]medallion[/url] flicked through the air towards Ivory.