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As Areka eyed the weapon a less than friendly grin came to her face and a shining appeared in her eye. This was a person she could get to now. She loved death and killing.
Taking one last glance at the people in the streets she stood and followed Fidelis into the tavern. "I am curious to know...now that I have chosen to follow you, what do I get for it. I wouldn't want to think that you peeking my interest is a wrong thing to think." Areka asked as she counted the number of people in the front room of the tavern.
Eight, there were eight people beside themselves. All men, all going about their own business. "Eight." She whispered
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4:04 PM [Black Waltz] the fork of doom along with the knife of terror
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