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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6559300" data-attributes="member: 4936">The woman calling herself Shard paused to watch the antics with the strange cups and the floating hand, but when the inn was in sight she strode out ahead. The idea of being in a tavern...it made a yearning ache in her heart, like seeing home after a long, hard trip. Something quickened in her as she got closer, and suddenly the world was standing out in excrutiating detail. As if the filters that the mind used to protect itself from sensory overload had suddenly melted away...but instead of being overloaded, she was simply transfixed.The mural seemed like a thing alive, twisting and dancing; the shadows of the ones who drew it rising from its surface in ones and twos. She saw not just the paint and stone, but the love and the fatigue and the moments of doubt and the moments of triumph, all boiled into it. And she saw it fading inexorably overtime, until strange creatures with pictures over their heads came along and took the wall away...She saw the brightly dressed men near the entrance...the flash of metal under clothing, the weapons cleverly concealed in plain sight. Their pasts were full of blood and pain. And so were their futures.The heretic had not angered her. But these men did. They dared to stand before her inn, her place, and attack those weary travelers who came to it? Rage was sweet and hot and old inside her, and the crystal in her forehead lit up with a bright and steady light."Eurid," she said. Her voice was quiet, but not gentle. If a lion stalking gazelle in the tall grass could speak, it would use that voice. "The men pretending to be fools over there. Tell me if this city has some custom, or tradition, that would mean they are not bandits and thieves. Tell me quickly."(Wisdom: Perception [roll0])</blockquote>

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