(ooc: Hey ya'll whaddya think of this?
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~She instinctively puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. She looks out the window, her eyes piercing the landscape like a starved falcon. An in-different grimace grows across her face.
Somebody like that dosen't deserve to live... Her eyes were now a dark blue like the sea on a stormy day.
I should show this bastard some justice via my sword! Her hand clenches the hilt of her scimitar tightly. Her voice comes out in an un-intentional growl.~ "What would you have of me?"