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[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly rode through Umbra in the late evening. The power that blanketed the city could be felt as she rode through, her mount becoming uneasy as she drew near the bank. She rummaged through some items in her lockbox before returning it to the banker for safe keeping. Then Kelly became still, her mount too, became statuesque as she heard whispers.
The voices came from above her. She sat and listened to the ritual, smelled the kindling, the flesh, the burning. Her mount suddenly balked and backed away from the beneath as the flames grew.

It was then a strange fellow approached her. He spent some time flirting with her not knowing what she was...or if he did know, was flirting with danger. Then he put on an orcish mask and began to talk like an orc, calling himself Grash-Nak.
Kelly thought it was amusing particularly after she showed him her fangs. She had to in order for him to believe her.Shortly after, the one who called himself Redemption...and Grash-Nak, ran off to go find his clan.
Kelly shook her head and smiled but it was short lived as she looked around. She could feel eyes upon her. She knew she was in the Lich Lord's territory.

She nudged her mount into a walk west toward the bridge, casting a glance to the shadows here and there.
I know you are watching...listening. As are we. Ancient One...as...are...we. She whispered softly as she rode out of the city, then recalled to Minoc to tend the sleeping city.