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[Merci d'Rue]

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The private meeting had gone well, the Matriarch herself had arrived. The Umbrans rejoiced in their small glimpse of the woman who carried the land they protected.

Preparations were set in to motion, large amounts of food and drink being procured and the many local vendors of Umbra under duress to perform. They would pull out all the stops, this would be something to remember for years to come....

Umbrans scurried secretly to and from the Sepulcher the activities levels up as Umbra's quiet sleep was broken a flurry of business driving the economy up and prospering the lands.

Yet the regime of Umbra were not so concerned with money as obtaining their goal, seeing their plan bloom into fruition.

Merci paused her hand sore from working on the invitations. She had held a meeting, trained, and then slipped into her favorite chair to draw up the invitations. Each one for a designated person, as this event would be by invitation only...

On the Morrow she would obey her Matriarchs command and search out the Cabal and with a grim heart her thoughts flashed to the inevitable encounter with Toren. Yet this was her fate, this was her destiny as it had been written in the halls of her sleeping shrine.
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