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	Annalise had appeared in the Guild’s Main Hall... no longer adorned in the towering giant in armor of old and magic, but a sleek, form-fitting armor made of segmented, iron plates that covered her from top to bottom. Her head was covered in an helmet that hid all but her glowing, silver eyes, and was adorned in a pair of antennae; as if, she were a walking insect. At her side, she hand a short lance in a sheath, as if a rapier, and stood before the quest board. ‘[color=89cff0][i]Adventures...[/i][/color]’ she thought, ‘[color=89cff0][i]So, this is how so many have come upon my old home? These pieces of paper tell them what to do, where to do it, and they just do it? How mindlessly savage...[/i][/color]’

A finger beneath her armored chin, the Mimic Slime analyzed the papers from first to last, and settled on two. ‘[color=89cff0][i]Noble. I’ve eaten noble before. Such fine flavours. I would enjoy that, yes...[/i][/color]’ Annalise licked her lips. ‘[color=89cff0][i]Oh, even the noble wood is so flavourful; treated with such skills. Oh, yes...[/i][/color]’ If it were possible, Annalise would have been drooling, as she thought about the rich gear and materials. ‘[color=89cff0][i]I should do this one, but... a kidnapping... if I do that, I could earn some of that Standing I hear about...[/i][/color]’

Annalise rubbed her chin. ‘[color=89cff0][i]A feast, now, or a feast, later...[/i][/color]’ she asks herself, before looking up, and drawing her lance. “[color=89cff0]This one![/color]” she announces, stabbing the lance into the kidnapping quest: [i]Who Are You To Judge?[/i]. “[color=89cff0]I shall pursue this --[/color]” Annalise paused. ‘[color=89cff0][i]What do Adventurers call these!?[/i][/color]’ she panicked, before remembering. “[color=89cff0]-- quest![/color]”

Annalise grinned, unseen, ‘[color=89cff0][i]I remembered! Whoo![/i][/color]’
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