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Laqueta glanced down as she nodded in agreement. She carefully observed their surroundings for a few brief moments. Motioning for the lionman to move, she leaned over the bodies and inspected their weapons. They seemed normal but for an assassin to go into battle with such tools was foolish...

We're glad to have you!

Warmest welcomes!

Warm welcomes back!

Warmest welcomes! We're glad to have you.

Laqueta frowned but nodded hesitantly. She placed her hands gently on his chest. "Ainima n- sina laman mectar so i -rya alya- sercë are envinyata-." Her hands glowed a bright amber, her hair briefly shining a brilliant black. Her eyes shone red for a few seconds then turned back to their normal...

Laqueta tackled his partner to the ground, hitting hit pressure point with the hilt of her blades. His body crumpled to the ground and she quickly turned towards Groff. Hesitantly, she hovered her hands over his body. He look awful. She quickly checked his pulse and began muttering worriedly...

Everyone in life is going to hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain.

Laqueta was surprised the assassins were lionmen. For some reason, she'd imagined it would be an orc or goblin. She shrugged it off and examined the two. Clearly, they were experienced, or at least more experienced than most lionmen. "Úr- -esse cúma." The elf cursed at them as she crouched...

Laqueta nodded briefly as he spoke. His words made sense but she was too on edge to voice her own opinion on the matter. Her hands steadily grasped her own weapons she looked around. A faint rustling could be heard from all around them. She wondered if he heard it too. Maybe not. The elf...

Warm welcomes! I think you'll like it here.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

After copying the lionman's actions, Laqueta locked the door behind her, testing its strength. It wouldn't budge. Deeming the area secure, she nodded at him and tossed him the keys, unsheathing her twin blades. It was getting darker. Easy to mix up trees with looming figures. She couldn't...

To perceive is to suffer.

Laqueta pulled her fur cloak closer to her body as she pulled her leather boots free from the ice encasing them. The ice cracked briefly before shattering. Dead elves lay scattered around her. Many were shot from friendly fire it seemed unless the opposing group had archers as well. She had kind...