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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5717187" data-attributes="member: 4936">*thum**thum*Trayce's approach can be heard and felt even before her head is visible poking up over the roof of a nearby hut. Villagers gave her a wide berth, by habit. Nine feet tall, slim of build but with strangely dense muscles that were stronger than they seemed to have any right to be, even the idea of being accidentally stepped on or kicked as she passed was enough to get people scattering. She had a hooded poncho of cured hide pulled around her shoulders and as usual she was sort of hunched forward as if trying to appear smaller. She was like that in the village...quiet and shy and extremely careful in her movements. She was using the blunt end of her spear, as big as a full grown man!, as if it were a cane or walking stick.Those few who had been hunting with her got to see someone entirely different."I'm sorry I'm late," she said as she joined the others. Her voice was feminine, but with an odd, deeper vibration that underlaid it and emanated from her chest as she spoke. "I had to redo the lacing on the waterskins."Her mouth, all that was visible of her face under the shadows of her hood, smiled a small, anticipatory smile. "Are we ready to leave?"</blockquote>