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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1785298" data-attributes="member: 1492">After the barmaid has said her fond good-byes Kiaros lies quietly on his bed in the dark, meditating. He no longer needed the rest, of course, but he didn't want to wear out the body of his host too soon. At the very least it would have to last for the rest of their stay in Sigil.Making the flesh breathe in and out slowly and deeply he tries to find his center of meditation, but all he can find is the incessant yammering noice. Annoyed by the crude and brutal images he's being assailed with he sends some of the crueler of the images back, underscoring his threat by dragging a razor-sharp talon along one of the many pathways of pain on the body. The tiefling falls quiet, for the moment.The night passes all too slowly, but eventually he makes his way down to the common room for breakfast.</blockquote>