[center][color=c4df9b][h3]Maritza Verenna[/h3][/color]
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	With soft groan and a tight hiss, Maritza slowly came to, light gently streaming in through the window of her room. Despite taking a brief dip in the Candaeln's healing baths the night before the Naga was still sore. Rising form her "bed", a pair of mattresses shoved together on the floor, she looked over at her dress gambeson.

	The poor garment was a mess. Covered in more than it's fair share of bloodstains, mostly other peoples; it had also been torn up in several places while protecting her from the consequences of her rampage the previous night. Shaking her head, Maritza muttered to herself with a chuckle. [color=c4df9b]"Yeah, that's not gonna fly for another party."[/color]

	Throwing on her usual sleeveless tunic and belt, the Naga tossed the battle-worn gambeson over her shoulder and headed out of her room in search of breakfast and hopefully a maid to help with her problem.