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The skirts of her pale blue robe swishing with her brisk steps, she halts momentarily as she spies two figures ahead. The first, silver-haired and leaning against a tree and the other, apparently transfixed to the ground staring at the first.
Hmmm... ~ She chews her lips, deliberating her next move. Clutching her quarterstaff with her left hand and fingering a pointed ear with the other, she gives herself time to breathe easily, all the while observing the strangers.
After a moment, she nods to herself before striding up towards the two. ~ "Greetings, Wise One... and erm... wise ones." ~ She corrects herself hurriedly, sensing the air of indignation exuding from the second figure. ~ "May I have the honour of your acquaintances?" ~ Her light voice ringing in the air.
As she awaits their response, she mentally notes the strange attire and mannerisms of the characters.
OOC>>> She's an average mage-cleric.
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