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Luminous silver/purple eyes shine from beneath an earthen black cloak edged with silver. A gloved hand slowly emerges from one sleeve to lightly pick up the mug of mead in front of her, and she turns slightly in Larry's direction and raises the mug to him.
The figure does not cast shadows in this dark corner, and the gloved hand raises the mug to the hood then softly sets it back down on the worn scarred tavern table. A soft sigh is heard from within the hood's depths, and the eyes look softly upon Larry, with understanding...
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