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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Herobizkit" data-source="post: 6391501" data-attributes="member: 36150">Samara Renae approached the door of the tavern with some trepidation.  She had heard the tales from her fellow parishioners - drunken revelry, ladies of the evening, fist-fighting - the mere thought of it made her unintentionally shiver.  And the noise, and the volume of people... This would be nothing like her quiet studies in the temple's athenaeum, nor like her treasured moments practicing armatura with her mother.Her vision was unmistakable, however, and she knew in her heart that she had been Called to do Saint Cuthbert's work.  Now was the time to prove her worthiness to the title of Billet.She ran her hand through her pixie-style blonde hair, cut short for convenience more than style, and she adjusted her russet and gold tunic that identified her as a Cleric.  With her slightly pointed ears and emerald-green eyes, she looked moreso an elf than human, and her scale mail looked almost too heavy for her wispy body.  She fidgeted with her shield on her back and her belt carrying her mace; she was clearly stalling. Gritting her teeth, she thought, Salvation is better than smart answers, and strode into the bar.</blockquote>