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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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