[@Zyx]
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[center][h2][i][color=fdc68a]Speak of the Devil - II[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[i][b]Anath Homura[/b][/i] accepted as one whom was ever adherent to proper etiquette - and seated herself at the table he gestured towards, shifting herself and her surroundings by swiftly polishing the place through just the close proximity of her cleansing celestial presence. She never truly touched the  elements of existence, ethereal and elegant, unburdened by the weight of the world. The fiery-haired maiden seemed on the verge of flying away at any time.

	She smiled at him again, perfectly poised, and in an almost playful manner asked him why he had come to this tavern. Awaiting an answer, her golden glaive dispersed and she clasped her hands together like a well-behaved child or a quiet priestess offering prayers.

	 Wordlessly while she waited, she extended multidimensional simulacrums of herself - each visible from a single specific perspective - to further interact with the tavern and its denizens. She had realized she should speak to more people, after all.