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The door quietly opened as a tall, hooded man entered. He carried himself with the air of one who did not wish to be noticed and his eye twitched as he looked around the room and saw how crowded the place was. He did not remove his hood as he made his way to a corner table, moving carefully and gracefully. His face was all but completely masked, a small amount of pale hair briefly visibly as he sat down. The hue of the small amount of skin it was possible to see identified him as one of the Duskwight. Sitting down in such a position as his back was into the corner while he could still watch the door, he pulled a small bone from inside his pouch and began flicking it between the fingers of his right hand with an sense of irritation. His gaze swept the room, taking in each of the occupants and hovering over each one as if he were analyzing them. Between each group, his sight would flit back to the door again as if awaiting an entrant. He silently cursed the fact that he had no choice other than to wait in this place. The sooner his contact arrived, the sooner he could return to more pressing matters.
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