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Ah, a friend? Perhaps the wolf wasn’t an enemy as she had previously thought. It- or, they- seemed very familiar to a certain man she had met not long ago. She winced slightly when they were thrown aside.

A very uncharacteristic ‘oh no’ would be able to be heard from the fox faced woman. Now that a wraith had gotten hold of the bag, what now? This was very worrying. And entertaining. The moment unknowingly had her holding her breath.

The owner of the bag- the one with the healing blood- had seemed to have noticed her for a short second. He was already loading up a gun, though, good heavens. The man seemed to be saying something now, but exactly what was beyond her as she couldn’t really hear much through all the chaos.

[color=lightblue]”Well, what in the name of the gods?..”[/color] The woman muttered as she stared at the human to dragon transformation unfolding in front of her. What a strange tavern she had stumbled into. It seemed the amount of chaos in this place was close to unlimited. Well, at least she knew where she would go to for drinks now.

She shrugs, readjusts her mask, flames her weapon once again, and decides to rejoin the battle.