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>**Another figure melts out of the forest, dropping >lightly from a branch into the peaceful clearing. She >wears a cloak, but the hood is down, revealing the >features of a squirrelmaid. Green eyes shine out from >a face of dark chocolate brown fur, fur that would be >thought black on a dark night. The squirrel appears to >be in her thirties though in all honesty it is a >little hard to tell. A faint tracery of scars runs >under her fur, but for the most part they prove >difficult to see beneath her thick pelt. > >She looks about the clearing, a faint smile playing >about her lips as she sees the beasts there. This >place truly was timeless. > >Over her shoulder a quiver of arrows nestles, their >fletching a strange mix of purple and green, next to a >bow. She carries no pack but it becomes apparent why >when she adjusts her cloak slightly, opening it up a >little. Underneath are sheathed two dirks, next to >several smallish pouches of varying size that circle >her belt. The pouches were all close but judging by >their shapes they contain all sorts of oddments that >might be needed by a travelling beast. > >She stands there silent a moment longer before >speaking. When she does her voice is calm and carries >a slight hint of amusement.** > >"Well, I see things appear to be in order here... My >greetings to the Sentinels, it has been a while."

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