[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] Room 847 - the Ramblings
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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It seemed all were in agreement with her stone idea.  An idea that did not involve killing people, though it would appear that was not a huge cause for concern.  For one of them at the very least.  She frowned a bit, considering that, and then figured it was really none of her business.  She was just here to help, what they did in their free time was certainly up to them.

She brightened at the suggestion of the tavern.  Mona was starving, having earlier vomited up her delicious delights.  She didn't understand about the vigilante.  She had missed something?  She was sure that she would come to understand later.  For now, the thought of filling her stomach with a warm meal after all of this chaos was far too prevalent in her mind.  [color=B9C66E]"Are we walkin' or wooshin'?"[/color] She hoped it was walking, she wasn't sure she could "Woosh" three people.  Did the parameters change for vampires?