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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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