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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Calhearth[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Xen[/b]
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His abrupt pause startled her and she lost her train of thought for a second. His crimson eyes still caught her off guard. His growl was impatient. [color=40ceb6]"Look, I understand that I'm at your mercy here, but I need to know that I'm not waisting my time. Is it still your intention to take me to..."[/color] She stopped, still unsure if she could trust Grimsley with the fact that she was seeking out the bloodthistle. She continued, quickening her step to match Xen's pace. [color=40ceb6]"To the location we agreed upon?"[/color] They were outside of the cellar and making effortless progress, seemingly in the direction they had come after docking. A quick glance reassured her that the booth she saw had, in fact, disappeared. Xen continued forward, ignoring each of the salesmen calling out their wares. The rush through Calhearth and the mystery surrounding Xen was grating on her patience. He hadn't answered anything yet. Lost in thought, she realized that she had never found out why he had agreed to bring along a stranger after she told him she was seeking for the herb either. "[color=40ceb6]Also, what compensation are you asking of me?"[/color] She was exasperated with his silence. [color=40ceb6]"And what were you doing in that cellar!"[/color] Her patience disappeared as she shouted.