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[center][h2][i][color=fdc68a]Arrival[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		Another customer came through the door, calm and quietly, with the warm shadow of a smile upon her serene face, and casually wielding a golden glaive with a gentle grace. She stepped forward, seeking a seat at one of the tables. 

	She was a strange sight - though not quite as strange as others here - adorned in a very rich red attire that would be appropriate for ostentatious parties amongst the aristocracy of her homeland, perhaps. Lots of frills and embroidery. She evidently did not dress to travel far. Her ruby-red hair was held back by a black ribbon, hanging behind her head like a long fiery limb, softly swaying. Her sole eye, scarlet and shimmering, reflected the interior of the establishment and its inhabitants. Her second eye was somehow replaced with a white rose, which exuded an ethereal aura suggestive of its otherworldly essence.

	With curiosity in her gaze, she simply watched what others were doing, seemingly content to observe. She barely belonged here based upon her appearance - certainly the brazen daughter of an aristocrat - but still she stayed, and she didn't intend to interrupt anyone in their pursuit of peace or profanity. Not yet.

		Her name was [b][i]Anath Homura[/i][/b], and she was here to just relax... despite the difficulty of such a task for one such as herself.