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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5770477" data-attributes="member: 4936">The inn door batters open, striking the well-worn gouge in the wall where countless ruffians and toughs have sent it crashing so many times before. This time propelling it, more from sheer velocity of movement than any particular degree of muscle, is a jaw-droppingly lovely woman of golden hair and fair skin, with wide, laughing indigo eyes and a flowing white gown that has seen better days...it's now torn in places and dirty and spattered with what is most likely blood here and there. The girl (? woman? it's hard to say...she is youthful, but seems agelessly so) wearing it has a crossbow slung over her shoulder and a quiver of bolts at her side. As she storms in, she props a thin, unshod quarterstaff that's not much more than a stout tree branch up in the corner before racing to the table where Garney and Pari hold palaver with some new friends."Pari," Maia says breathlessly, tired from the effort of running in the constant tug of gravity, "I found a building outside the inn that is full of wonderful animals. They're big! And very gentle...and they're all in pens made of wood! Do you know what they are? Oh! And I think they're hungry because they sniff and nibble at my hand. What do they eat?"</blockquote>