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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shadowmask" data-source="post: 3562983" data-attributes="member: 52236">Corath is torn, although one wouldn’t know it to look at her.  The halfling’s voice is familiar to her.  The sensation of immense weight and interminable waiting broken by a voice, The Voice, washes over her.  Her gaze becomes even more distant than usual.The talk of duels brings flashes of memory from her old existence as an assassin and bodyguard.  “I know what I can do in one of those…at least, what I could do so long ago.”  The flash of silver, the creep of shadow, and through it all, her old master’s voice commanding her to do it now.  These memories throw her noticeably off-balance, as if her entire world had shifted.  “I’m fragmenting again.  This cannot be,” she thinks, nearly panic-stricken at the unfamiliar sensations pouring through her.  She is uncertain how to handle emotion in general, and fear in particular. The pull of the Adventurers’ Guild wins out, however, upon her overhearing the conversation between the half-elf and the human.  Anyone taking notice of her would notice that the talk of the Adventurers’ Guild acts as a stabilizing force for her.  She approaches Alaric with a graceful stride.  She pauses a short distance from him, as if uncertain how to approach.  Her eyes eagerly follow the half-elf’s departure, although she stays put and says nothing.  Her weight is balanced on her toes, an unconsciously elegant fighter’s pose, as if she could take flight at any moment.</blockquote>

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