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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hammerhead" data-source="post: 1138920" data-attributes="member: 73">Tendak begins sliding his numerous throwing knives into his collar, his boots, his sleeves, and a few other places in preparation for the afternoon. He then straps his specially weighted sword, carried in an equally special scabbard, to his belt. Satisfied that he was attired appropriately, he pads quietly towards the door of his rented room, stopping for a moment to regard himself in the gilded full length mirror.He cut a truly magnificent figure, dressed in rich blue silk, perfectly colored to bring out the gold in his immacuately styled hair and bright, friendly eyes. The blood of angels, he decides, and smiles. His appearance was often unresistable to the finest lady, as the woman snoring softly in his luxurious bed proved. Tearing himself away from the mirror's image, he puts on a finely-tailored golden cloak and walks down the creaking stairs of the inn, hoping the noise wouldn't wake Lenna.Tendak steps into the foul rain of Sigil, wondering for a moment where such rain came from. He then shake his head nearly imperceptibly, deciding it didn't matter, and reaches back to pull on his hood. Walking through the streets with a friendly smile and a careful eye, Tendak reaches the Hall of Records.After conversing briefly with a few clerks, Tendak learns the location of the door he seeks. He arrives in time to see another step through the portal, and Tendak follows, thinking So there's more than one of us. Interesting.</blockquote>

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