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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]“Riiight.”[/color] Mitra cleared her throat, looking over to those who had not introduced themselves. [color=goldenrod]“I guess we should get to business, huh? We were introducing ourselves, right?”[/color]

While she presented herself as civilly and friendly as possible, Mitra couldn’t help but try to divert the conversation. 

Despite being a noble of the Labrethian Empire she [i]hated[/i] bombast and showboating. The Red Mage whom she was shocked was even breathing let alone had been elevated to some important role in Alexandria made the blonde-haired dragoon conflicted to say the least. The long, flowery speech of the tribal person almost annoyed her internally just as much as Blaike's grandstanding and boasting. Her father had always taught her that those who have a speech ready were always the types who basked in their own prestige, towering above all others like they were more important than the people they were sworn to protect. It was a noble explanation, but even when she was young she didn’t care too much about her father’s explanation because she had her own: people who liked to talk were the type to be privy to smelling their own farts. 

Her eyes caught that of a younger man's, it appeared he wanted to speak next. She just hoped he didn't have the same self-importance stench as the tribal savage and the noble who should have been dead.



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