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Isaura
She initially eyes the creatures warily, her hands firmly holding on to the reins of Gold Top even after getting off the horse ~ What's this? ~ The glint in the eyes of the wolf and panther send her heartbeat thumping irregularly ~ Does Galadria know them? And how...? Surely she does not speak animal language... ~ Taking a tentative step forward, she watches the paladin lay hands upon the wounded panther, half-expecting the beast to reciprocate goodwill with a terrifying maul.
Yet all is peaceful ~ Strange. ~ But then, stranger events might have taken place before this. A pity that she does not remember. A sudden thought strikes her ~ Perhaps it is a blessing, and not a pity...
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