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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Watus" data-source="post: 2876876" data-attributes="member: 14589">House Morcane, K'yorl shakes her head in wonderment within the depths of her cowl.  The cow provides for our exit and then waits to see what we'll do.  She treats us as playthings.  What in the hells is her game?  He eyes narrow.  She'll need time to consider all the implications, but one thing is certain: she won't forget the slight.With an abrupt movement, K'yorl snaps down the hood of her robe and levels a steady gaze at the captain, irritation flashing in her perfect red eyes.  "Where is this book, then," she demands, stepping forward and following him through the door.In her movement and bearing, she does her best to channel the commanding and ferocious spirit of her dead mother [Bluff +14 and Diplomacy +16].</blockquote>