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Isaura
Amidst the confusion, all she can think of is ending this quest so that her heart may once again be at peace. Grabbing the hilt of her dagger, she charges forward, quite forgetting that she is by nature not a fighter and trained in the school of magic.
The result- a few frantic thrusts, some terribly aimed - and a staggering orc. Yet she does not come unharmed from her pathetic attempts at dramatics. Dishevelled and half-bewildered, she glances about wildly trying to stand on her slashed feet and locate her companions. The world seems a whirl of red and she staggers forward, hearing familiar voices shouting ahead.
Just when would the havoc end...
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