"What good is a game without players hm?" The roll of her R's was only slightly discernible under the soothing rumble of the alto that came off her tongue. Golden eyes moved between the highlander and the sun-kissed one and her antics at the table. The remnants of the fruit were tossed into a waste barrel as she pushed off the lazy lean at the stall next to them and settled her elbows on the table, hands upturned. Her fingernails were filed to delicate claw like tapers and lacquered a burnished gold. She rested her chin in her hands. "How does your game work with the blindfold on?" A glance toward the latest arrivals with mild curiosity.
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  Seda Moui, the Huntress         Elisan Tar'Veil, the Pale Witch
