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Isaura
Such is the extent of her unabated anger - towards who, she will not readily admit - that she steps forward ~ "May I, Galadria?" ~ And fixes her icy gaze upon the druid ~ "You'd best be telling the truth, you witch." ~ Her hissing voice sounding quite unnatural to her own ears ~ "I don't think we're known for our patience here."
It is too good an opportunity to vent the rage. Raising her hand, she delivers two stinging slaps across the druid's cheeks - one on each side ~ "Let that be a lesson to you, to go against Lady Galadria." ~ Then feeling a little remorseful and embarassed, she retreats to a less conspicuous spot.
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