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Chani
~She wipes the blood from her scimitar onto one of the fallen's tunics. She looks from Deiter to the unknown elf.~ "Chani Ravenwood." ~She re-sheaths her scimitar and looks at him skeptically.~ "But you'll call me Killing Spree if you want to keep your head." ~She chuckles and her eyes dart to Deiter.~ "Exceptions made for him and my kin." ~She looks to the door, wondering what was going on, aiming her speech to Deiter.~ "What exactly is going on in there?" ~She cringes, recalling the days at Meldrins... Her palace.~ "Or do I need to ask?" ~She chuckles~
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