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<blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 1334358" data-attributes="member: 16166">More than a little annoyed, the lithe form of Susanna steps into the chamber with a measure of false calmness veiling her face.&nbsp; Obviously disturbed, the middle-aged woman frowns at the vanity of many in the room before sitting in an older wooden chair, somewhat away from the more rowdy and excitable 'adventurers', something that she was certainly not.Dressed in little more than her gardening dress, a dirty smock, and a belt containing all manner of small gardening forks, spades and other strange devices, she looks more prepared to assault the walls of an evil greenhouse than anything else.Smiling pleasantly at a serving girl (saving her pent up anger for those that deserved it), Susanna sips quietly at the tea offered to her politely.&nbsp; Several in the room curious to all of the arrivals look upon her rusted-grey locks of tangled hair, and unassuming pose in curiosity.&nbsp; Others immediately notice the image of a skeletal arm holding the golden scales of justice resting delicately upon a leather cord about her neck and nod with appreciation.Her expression is one of impatience, for surely something important enough for Guild Wizards to teleport her to the Castle at full speed, should be prepared for their guests immediate arrival.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Phoenix, post: 1334358, member: 16166"] More than a little annoyed, the lithe form of Susanna steps into the chamber with a measure of false calmness veiling her face. Obviously disturbed, the middle-aged woman frowns at the vanity of many in the room before sitting in an older wooden chair, somewhat away from the more rowdy and excitable 'adventurers', something that she was certainly not. Dressed in little more than her gardening dress, a dirty smock, and a belt containing all manner of small gardening forks, spades and other strange devices, she looks more prepared to assault the walls of an evil greenhouse than anything else. Smiling pleasantly at a serving girl (saving her pent up anger for those that deserved it), Susanna sips quietly at the tea offered to her politely. Several in the room curious to all of the arrivals look upon her rusted-grey locks of tangled hair, and unassuming pose in curiosity. Others immediately notice the image of a skeletal arm holding the golden scales of justice resting delicately upon a leather cord about her neck and nod with appreciation. Her expression is one of impatience, for surely something important enough for Guild Wizards to teleport her to the Castle at full speed, should be prepared for their guests immediate arrival. [/QUOTE]

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