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OOC>> Ha, ha, I''m baaack! IC>
LADY GALADRIA"Yes, Isaura, let us away." (Glances at Blandamour) I can think of nothing to keep me here." (She mounts Gold Top, doffs her helmet and swings her sweaty blonde hair in the cool breeze. She gazes round the windswept majesty of Breakbone Pass. Sparse piny woods give out at the higher elevations, and bare crags appear. Hawks and vultures soar on the breezy thermal, waiting to feast on the fallen orcs, for such is the fellowship of their kind. For some reason, she feels her heart inexpressively lighten. On the road again, her duty clear. She digs her spurs in and an eager Gold Top trots away responsively.)
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