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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color]  Town[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima straightened the wide brimmed black gardening hat she wore.  From it hung a veil which covered her disfigured face.  Faeril had done a bang up job! She'd had to do very little in order to lend the right amount of disgusting to the image.  She has chosen a simple black dress the spoke of her highbred status without being flashy.  She wore nothing in the way of adornments beyond the veiled hat.

As she walked she discovered that the limp she had opted for was a little difficult to keep up and in the end made it easier, though painful, to limp.  She kept behind Jandar and Dareen, being a bit slower due to her manufactured impairment.  She paid no mind to staring eyes or the whispers of the folk.  A Queen would not.

 As they walked through the town they came closer and closer to something… It coiled and uncoiled around her stomach.  It sent her heart into rapid palpitations.  She felt like she could hardly catch her breath, like she were falling from a very great height.  The closer the wound along that psychic scent the stronger it pulled.

Unnerving, that would be how she would describe it.  Utterly unnerving.  Did the others feel it too?  Just her?  Something screamed she stay away.  A small, logical portion of her brain.  She paused her shambling walk at the entrance to a side street.  Innocuous in all but that dark, slithering scent which beckoned her. [Color=6E8E67]"There's something…"[/color] she started saying but her voice trailed away as she walked down the side street.  She would follow it to it's conclusion at the bookstore.