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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5938667" data-attributes="member: 6680745">[sblock=Sense Motive]The voice of the unseen speaker is dripping with arrogance. It is clear from her tone and inflection that she believes you and your companions to be at her mercy. The snear in her voice indicates that her threat of violence is no bluff. The only thing keeping her “children” from attacking you is an strange sense of curiosity...Perhaps she wishes to determine how a band of adventurers managed to infiltrate her sanctum before she sells you into slavery? Her accent is alien to you. It is not similar to Ghelve’s speech patterns even slightly. It is unlikely the speaker was a native of Jzadirune the same time Ghelve was.[/sblock]Slow, musical laughter echoes ominously off the stone walls of Jzadirune. The sharp notes would almost be beautiful if it weren’t for the fact that it makes you feel incredibly uneasy. Aaah yes. The guardian the gnomes set to keep the riff raff out of their fair city. When my children found her, she was but a withered dead thing. After being abandoned for so long, she was more then willing to accept us as citizens. I’ve seen broken slaves more demure. I’d hoped she would have chosen to keep those not of my brood out of the city...but I see she wasn’t as broken as I’d supposed.She pauses for a moment. *tsk It is no matter. I’m afraid anyone who may have once cared about the opinions of that twisted tree has long since departed this place.A humanoid figure, roughly six feet in height melts into view at the far end of the room, roughly at the edge of where you believe the second energy field ends. She wears a dark cloak that seems to follow her movements like a shadow. The parts of her figure that the cloak does not cover are wrapped in long bands of dark cloth. The only portion of her body that is visible are her inky black eyes and the bridge of her nose. A curved, wicked blade rests on her hip.But that is not the most unique thing about her. A quick eye can discern that her flesh has a pallid...almost translucent quality to it.  <img src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd444/hayforda/cloaked_lady.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The black cloaked woman points at Valanaan. Whatever “blessing” that  tree gave you is meaningless. This city is mine now. Who led you to this place? Did that fool Ghelve finally grow a spine?You hear a chorus of chittering laughter  from several points behind her. It is clear that her confidence is not misplaced.</blockquote>

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