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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CrimsonFlameWielder" data-source="post: 5728002" data-attributes="member: 6684473">Vyrna looks over at the unusual bundle of sea plants come to life and a short flash of something panged within her chest.  It wasn't exactly an emotion (most of what Vyrna feels is like a distant echo of emotion, anger and rage being the only two true exceptions), but it gave her a feeling not too unlike that of nostalgia.  Yet at the same time, the feeling angered her, because the lack of true emotion was like the feeling of a phantom pain:  Something hurting but doesn't exist anymore (like what is felt by those who have lost limbs)."Fine, come along, but that anchor better not get in my way!"Seeing that Ryan (and the packed up Randal) was waiting for her near the door, she hopped off of her stool and walked outside of the Hanged Man, eager to be away from the drunken elf (who was quickly losing her ability to make any proper sounding words...or sense for that matter), and eager to find her next meal.  She's hungry, and the Inn's fine dining would not appease her appetite!</blockquote>