[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Future Palace
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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The rasping scream had jerked her out of the whirling miasma that had become her headspace.  She blinked down at the head in her hands and then up at the rest of the group.  They had either not heard him or were much too busy doing other things.  There did seem to be an awful lot of talking and gesticulating going on.  Mona looked down at the head again and responded, [color=B9C66E]"I don-knae."[/color]  Her voice was a croaked whisper.  This was all very stressful for this poor, country bumpkin.

Slowly she approached the others, somewhat wary in case this was all their doing.  [color=B9C66E]"Excuse me,"[/color] she managed to squeak out but it did nothing.  Mona looked over the moat again, down at the dead bodies and back up at the group.  Taking a deep breath she tried again, this time perhaps a little too loud - [color=B9C66E]"EXCUSE ME!"[/color] she blinked, blushed, and looked down at Erasmus.  [color=B9C66E]"Where exactly are weh?"[/color] she inquired in a hoarse voice at a much more normalized volume.