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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bhryn" data-source="post: 3084720" data-attributes="member: 36462">Pauses close by, peering over the words and brows knitting ever so gently. Then, dipping her hand into a pocket she moves so she is in the beam of sunlight rather than the shade, and drawing out her hand she cradles two coins, bearing the stamp of Ann and Dragona's faces. These she rubs and repeats what she reads from the message. Then she turns to look up and sighs."...another maniac on the loose? The council's going to love this..."A shimmer, almost as if wings exist that are captured by the betraying light - feathered wings and then as she steps, she is gone between one motion and the next.</blockquote>