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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rookseye" data-source="post: 3479740" data-attributes="member: 18211">Sepoto slept little that night. For some, a comfortable bed was bliss, for him it was an oddity. Better to be in one of the taller banyans, in the high branches, as the wind blew through the boughs. Just as the shifter decided to rise and find better lodgings in the arboreal canopy overlooking the inn, he heard the older inn-woman's voice shouting down the hall in the vicinity of Catherine's room. Better, it is, this way.He rose, retrieved his kukri, bow, and pouch, and opened the door just as Gilda Cooper's hand was about to rap upon it. Her determined expression faltered for a moment on seeing him, and then she regained herself and moved on to Kaelan's lodgings. The shifter took a deep breath, and exhaled as the inn-woman walked away. Sepoto felt his instincts would soon be free from the constraints he had shackled upon them, and he was glad for this. As he checked the razor-sharp edge of his kukri he whispered something that Brother Othos had once told him when he was trying to awaken the aggression that the monk felt lay dormant within the once-docile chakit shifter. "I'Katra has many faces...and not all of them are kind."</blockquote>