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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1813127" data-attributes="member: 4796">After a lot of walking, Sssakkariah finally arrives in front of the Jacynth Dragon. She reads the little placard to the right of the door and looks back down at the wrinkled flyer still clutched in her hand. Is this the 'invitation'? I wonder why I was chosen then... I've never even heard of this Pheliben. Ah well, no sense standing here like an idiot. Checking to make sure her attire was neat and her hair in place, she squares her shoulder and lays a hand on the door latch, only to catch the sound of a lot of angry hissing coming from the other side of the door. Something about the defilement of scales and foolish half-creatures and putrid flesh. And ate. She thought she definitely heard the word 'ate' in there somewhere. She pauses again, somewhat taken aback.That sounded... lizardman-like? Oh, bloody hell! The expression was one of those peculiar human ones, and rather irregular when translated into yuan-ti, but she thought it summed up her view of the current situation quite well. I hope I'm not walking into a barfight. The place looked a little upscale for such things and she hadn't heard any sound of furniture breaking but perhaps they just hadn't gotten to that bit yet. Mentally readying herself for trouble, she pushes the door open.</blockquote>