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[indent][indent][indent][right][sub]Holy City of Alexandria [color=goldenrod]|[/color] Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters[/sub][/right][hr]
[color=goldenrod]“Mitra.”[/color] The dragoon uttered, as friendly as she could muster.

Her eyes looked to the one face she recognized, but she decided to not say anything. If he decided to call her by her true name she was going to clock him in the balls with the fastest knee he had ever seen. Admittedly, though her disdain for them at the moment was complicated and Mitra knew she had be as amicable as possible when it came to the group of guild hopefuls around her. How much gil did she even have left? Could she afford to eat for longer than a few weeks? She had to turn her luck around and become a success. Confronting the man who knew her when she was small and bright-eyed would have to come later.

[color=goldenrod]“I’m pleased to meet your acquaintance, Avaddon. I hope we’ll be fast friends on this venture.”[/color] She eyed the girl hoisted over his shoulders, was she a slave? She did hear in her classes at the imperial academy how the tribesmen of the Red Storm Tribe kept slaves. Perhaps she was a concubine of his? Mitra couldn’t help but be curious about that fact. [color=goldenrod]“Who’s your… friend?”[/color]



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