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Starshadow looked up as the new figure entered the room. "Hmm... what have we here?" he thought to himself. "One of those ugly humans. So volatile and... barbaric, they are. But I suppose that Elves would avoid this place like the 9 Hells. At least the half-breeds have some redeeming qualities in them."
Underneath the hood of his cloak unseen, his eyes narrowed as the newcomer ignored him. "A fool if I've ever seen one. And if the head of the society can't see through that falseness, then he's an even bigger fool."
As he turned back to the maps that he was studying, one of the elf's hands reached under his cloak and began to caress the hilt of a throwing knife. Then he began to smile, the sight unseen by the others, as he pictured his knife occupying many different places in the newcomer's skull.
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