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5/25/2020 8:54:49 PM
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[i]A mysterious and cloaked figure appears from the shadows and bumps this post.[/i]
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Skye looks up from where she is sitting. The figure still unclear in the darkness, at the sight of the cloak she leaps to her feet and had immediately had an arrow drawn on the string. “What do you want, Errol?” Her voice sounds slightly shaken.
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Skye peers through the darkness to try to get a glimpse of his face, but it is impossible without a light. She adjusts her stance nervously. For a moment she doubts her actions, but for fear that this stranger actually was her old friend she stood her ground. “Speak to me, Errol.”
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Skye takes a step back. “I don’t want any trouble, Ambition. I’ve already got a lot to deal with right now.” She lowers her bow to place the arrow back in its quiver before giving her weapon a twist. The bow split in half, parts moved and shifted to reveal two battle-ready daggers. Still, Skye herself didn’t appear like she wanted to use them.
