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*a young elf maid moves to the bulletin. Her eyes move over the posts, stoping upon the noted one. She pens her own reply, tackign it up with a quick effeciantcy.* To those seeking Defcarr, I do not wish this to come along as protective. However, Defcarr is my ashing, and mine alone. Those...

*a young elf moves up, her eyes flicking over the notes. She smirks, and grabs up a parchment and pen, scralling out her own words.* Defcarr - Do I really need to put you in your place a third time? I would suggest you cease your spree of killing before I be sure to place the stake firmly in...