[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Palace Entryhall to the Library
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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She wondered how anyone knew where they were going in such a place.  For her, a home was as good as a clear field and the path was as far as the eye could see.  It was hard to wrap her head around the twists and turns.  As she was making her decision on which direction to go she not only saw people going into the Library but she heard someone a little way up as well.  Alarm filled her and not just with all of the dead which surrounded her.

Should she go toward actual human like people persons who seemed not to be dangerous and one of which had helped in the fight?  Or should she go to the mysterious voices of mystery which could mean her death?  After a few moments of deliberation, in which she asked the head for advice and the head gave no discernable answer, she went toward the Library.  She wasn't ready to get killed just yet, after all.  She hurried after them and only caught up once they had crossed the threshold of the Library.  Mona puffed for air, not realizing she had been holding it while in the Hall.  The stench of blood and death was nauseating.