[CENTER][color=f26522][h1]Foxfire[/h1][/color][/CENTER]

In the shadows, Foxfire sat bandaging her hands in preparation for whatever was to come her way. Bandages were always helpful to monks like her, but it wasn't just that. She needed to make sure that any sign of her identity was hidden. 

She was tempted to let everyone in Targos see her face, just to see the horror and shock on their faces. It would be hilarious. But she decided against it in favor of her survival instincts: If she revealed herself, then they may try [I]it[/I] again. 

Thankfully, the tail and ears would be helpful in hiding her identity, but she saw her face in the mirror this morning...

It was only slightly different than [I]her's[/I]. Targos would probably recognize her if they saw her face. 

So, when she finished bandaging her arms and hands, put her gloves back on, and pulled up the long scarf and hood of her parka to further hide her face, she stepped out of the shadows. She walked in the streets silently, careful not to bring attention to herself, while keeping an eye and ear on her surroundings. 

While her heart is consumed by the fire of anger...she realizes that she is also quite hungry. So, it was off to the Three Flags Sailing.