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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 2995570" data-attributes="member: 40413">Ymris glances briefly at the plate of unappealing food and sighs.  Not your imagination, then.  Pushing the plate away she stands, turns, and stares at the group in the back of the room, sizing them up and not caring if they notice.Her lips tighten into a hard, thin, disapproving line as she grips her staff loosely in her hand and makes her way across the room towards the group.  Stopping while she is still some five feet away from them (if possible) she says, "I believe we have some sort of misunderstanding."  Though she tries to keep her voice calm fear constricts her gut into a tight, hard mass; it has been some years since she has had such a confrontation.  And then she had her sisters, the Maidens, to support her.</blockquote>