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A ghostly reverie descends upon Alnar as Maschera emerges from the cabin. The sound of her voice sends chills down his spine, across his body, and out his fingertips in a numbingly serene fashion. The world seems to melt away, only that beautiful sound of her voice remaining.
Yet the large figures emerging from the temple, huge swords and axes drawn, return the sorcerer to reality in an instant, and he shrugs off the music's effect easily.
The carriage driver turns to face Alnar. A slender bow is in his hands--no, her hands, Alnar realizes. Her tusked, orcish face grins as she points an arrow at Alnar and commands,
"Do not move."
Maschera continues walking toward the temple, slowly, dreamlike.
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Back at the Dunn Wright Inn...
The door to the back room bursts open, and three orcs rush inside, wielding huge, wicked axes. Immediately following them, a female elf languorously strides into the room. She wears an olive-green ballgown festooned with living ivy, and a ragged pair of blue butterfly wings adorn her back.
She speaks, a deep, husky voice assaulting your ears.
"I am Abzienta. You will ignore the Opera and avoid House Gabbiano. Maschera belongs to me, now."
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Photo by
Ariann.
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