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High above the crowded room, hidden in the rafters, a white mouse scurried to and fro. The faint light from the candles and lanterns of the tavern barely reached the logs where the mouse moved, leaving it obscured in the shadows. The mouse seemed very interested in the comings and goings of the people below it, following them with its beady little eyes, sniffing the air for their scents. One man in particular drew the attention of the little white mouse, wearing heavy armor and an eye patch. The mouse watched as a series of strangers approached the man, each handing him a small token. They were then led aside to an adjoining room, much to the excitement of the mouse. It could feel, in its tiny little heart, that it was onto something.

Deciding to investigate, the mouse ran along the rafters until it reached the fastenings of a large wall hanging, using it to safely climb to the floor below. Once there, it scurried inside the room where the strangers had been led, finding them gathered there. It had to run past two of them - a young woman and a large man - on the way in, as they were blocking the entrance, but it managed just fine. The mouse found a nice dark corner to hide in, but it wouldn't stay hidden for long. With a strange stretching sound, the mouse began to change. It grew in size at a rapid pace, its limbs contracting and elongating. It grew a face and shed its fur, and before long it was not a mouse at all, but an elvian.

Simbel drew herself upright, stretching her back and taking a sharp breath. Her arms and legs popped as she moved them, clenching and unclenching her fists. With a final crack of her neck, she turned towards the room. She looked at the strangers one after the other, studying them. Simbel had not met many people outside of the coven, and even fewer like these people. She felt slightly intimidated by them, but curious too. A token of her own was produced from somewhere in her clothing and held up for the strangers to see. It was engraved with a ghastly picture of a humanoid goat, male and female at once, a symbol of the Wilder.

[color=6ecff6]"What is this?"[/color] Simbel asked, her voice calm and monotone, [color=6ecff6]"And what does it have to do with Mother?"[/color]