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The Demon Fanatic
The Myrkálfari woman glanced to the pair, a smile appearing on her face. A wave of her fingers made the small flame beneath her glass to disappear into a puff of smoke. "Greetings to the both of you." she said softly, after Cassandra introduced her. Her voice was like fine silk, adding to her already beautiful appearance, but still bore a proper, sophisticated tone. She was clad in a dark blue cloak, which covered a modest white blouse shirt and black leather britches. The cuffed leather boots on her feet matched her britches, as did the leather-bound book and satchel that hung from her waist.
Hmm...a young Hobálfar and a Tengu? Certainly an interesting pairing. Malthara sipped her tea quietly, waiting to see what the two had in store to speak to her friend about. It'd likely be a bit more pleasant to speak about than ancient history.
Hmm...a young Hobálfar and a Tengu? Certainly an interesting pairing. Malthara sipped her tea quietly, waiting to see what the two had in store to speak to her friend about. It'd likely be a bit more pleasant to speak about than ancient history.
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