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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6224957" data-attributes="member: 4936">With a surge of fear and exultation, a rush of pure adrenalin, Shayuri shreds the ties that bind her and comes to her feet, pivoting to face the battle with the first words of a spell already on her tongue......and then she falters. The dwarf has fallen. Her hands return to the same smooth brown as the rest of her skin, the claws pulling back and vanishing. Her expression is conflicted as she turns her attention to her saviors and rubs her sore wrists. Gratitude, yes, but perhaps a little loss as well. She'd had unfinished business with that dwarf...but that business was done now, and not by her hand.She shakes that off quickly though, and self-consciously smooths her bedraggled dress a little...then holds her hands up and cautiously approaches the warriors who saved her."Thank you," the woman says in a voice just touched by a hint of foreign accent. "I don't know who you are or why you're down here, but...thank you. I am Shayuri, of Qadira."  She makes a gesture like a cross between a curtsy and a bow, then stands straight again."Do you know the way back to the surface?" For all the dignity she strove so hard to maintain, no one could fail to hear the frayed edge of desperation and hope in her voice with that question.</blockquote>