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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 3843592" data-attributes="member: 48394">Suvarion stepped warily forward into the center of the encampment, now emptied of enemies.  She swept her gaze from side to side, as if searching for any trace of the further threats that the dark figure promised.  If the looming summoned creatures or the obvious power of the other survivors troubled her she gave no sign, and her voice was measured and confident.  "Perhaps we might find out just what it is that is so desirable, that we might attempt to figure out just how it ought to be handled."  She paused and looked around the group once more, slowly.  "I am Suvarion, of no house or city.  I had not thought to see so many folk of such power at a simple trading stop- but I cannot say that I am disappointed- this would have been a hard fight."  While her clothing is simple and nondescript, her speech is oddly stilted- it is obvious that she is no simple nomad.</blockquote>