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The silver-scaled woman enters the Four Lanterns Inn with sorrow etched across her face. Her mind continuously playing out the events that occured that day, her mind lingering most heavily on the battle she had with a Lich, and still wondering how she could have survived. Before going to her room she stops at the bar and orders a small glass of wine and downs the glass in one gulp instead of the slow sips she usually is seen taking, this causes the Bar Keep to blink in surprise and inquire if everything was alright with her. Softly setting the glass down she simply replies that she does not wish to be disturbed this night, no matter what sounds can be heard from her room. With that she begins to walk away only to look over her shoulder, "For their own safety."
Once at the door to her room she pulls an iron key, with the number eight etched into it, from the bracer on her right arm. Quickly unlocking the door she slips inside and just as quickly locks it back. Once done locking the door she surveys her room and begins to place anything that could be considered dangerous into either the chest at the foot of the bed or into one of the closets locking them away. Once she is satisfied that there was nothing left she began to undress and lock everything else in the chest, with the exception of a small vial filled with a purple liquid given to her by Rodwick from the Gates of Sunderer.
Taking the vial in hand she sits cross-legged on the bed staring at it, almost as if she was afraid to drink it. Gathering her courage she takes a deep breath and unstops the vial downing it to fast to even taste. Wiping the edges of her lips with the back of her hand she tosses the vial into a drawer next to her bed and lays back slowing her breathing and her pulse. Once she is comfortable she closes her eyes and whispers a silent prayer that she doesn't hurt anyone.........
((this is a continuation from an event ran by DM_Cipmonk))
Once at the door to her room she pulls an iron key, with the number eight etched into it, from the bracer on her right arm. Quickly unlocking the door she slips inside and just as quickly locks it back. Once done locking the door she surveys her room and begins to place anything that could be considered dangerous into either the chest at the foot of the bed or into one of the closets locking them away. Once she is satisfied that there was nothing left she began to undress and lock everything else in the chest, with the exception of a small vial filled with a purple liquid given to her by Rodwick from the Gates of Sunderer.
Taking the vial in hand she sits cross-legged on the bed staring at it, almost as if she was afraid to drink it. Gathering her courage she takes a deep breath and unstops the vial downing it to fast to even taste. Wiping the edges of her lips with the back of her hand she tosses the vial into a drawer next to her bed and lays back slowing her breathing and her pulse. Once she is comfortable she closes her eyes and whispers a silent prayer that she doesn't hurt anyone.........
((this is a continuation from an event ran by DM_Cipmonk))