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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM_Matt" data-source="post: 1407540" data-attributes="member: 1213">Another woman walks in, walking in such a fashion as to excentuate the grace of her thin, lithe, boddy. She is dressed in a simple long-sleeved dark-green shirt that leaves her midriff bare and a short, matching skirt... (Anyone with a rather good spot check can tell that the shirt conceals a supernaturally thin set of chain armor.  When not expecting combat the last few inches are sometimes, as now, folded back over the top and secured with a pin so as not to stick out of certain shirts)...she also wears numerous pieces of expensive-looking jewelry, virtually all magical.  He medium-length brown hair hangs down freely, framing her pretty, young, slightly-tanned face.  A massive sword is slung accross he back.Her face lights up with excitemdnt as she loudly announces herself and tries to talk to multiple people at once "Well met, illustrious comrades!  I am Rana. Prince Llewelyn, how nice to finally meet you.  How goes your efforts against the remaining families from the old syndicate?  They still own your men? (said a bit sarcastically)"  "Oh, and what sort of drink do you have to offer, tipsy dwarf, and how much of it?  This darn monestary is looking pretty dry."</blockquote>