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Sylquis stood up, and walked over to the window. She looked out of it. "Go away, Khalraan. I don't want to talk to you." her voice was sharp. She spun around to face him, and glared as his eyes had followed her; she was wearing tight fitting breeches, her tunic reaching her mid thigh. She was angry with him. "I came to see if Tyra was here - she isn't. I don't ever want you to talk to me, pseudo-elf." blushing furiously, she left the room, leaving the others in bewilderment.
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