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She takes the mistletoe from Arcades, with a slight smile, and sticks it in one of her many pockets of her cloak. Grabbing her stuff, she turns and listens.......
her eyes flash once, and she quickly turns to Arcades...
"We must be swift, old friend... I fear the banewolves have found out my trick....."
[ 02-03-2004, 09:41 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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