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"Will you two shut it!" she snapped in annoyance. She paced some more, cursing in drow, before reaching into her small pouch, pulling out a night black stone. She mutteres a spell at it and it expanded into a fairly large chest,
"Why did those damn Lloth worshippers have to come while I'm at sea?" she pulled out thin smokey gray long-sleeved shirt, followed by a piece of shimmery chain armour-adamantine (or however its spelled [img]tongue.gif[/img] ), and matching breeches, gloves, and boots. She turned her back heedlessly on the men and quickly untied her red shells, letting them drop to the ground. Hastily pulling on her small shirt. then her breeches,
"This dishonour will not go unanswered, that is for certain," she said as she pulled on her gloves and shoved her feet into her boots, and buckling her black leather belt; swords attached. There was no mistaking her drow heritage now, seeing as she was dressed like one. She quickly swept her hair into a loose bun and turned around to face the men,
"Come on then, a couple of young fools like themselves won't stop me from getting a drink," she walked out the door.
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