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[Anya Noire]

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Anya's brown eyes gazed about the city she found herself in. The Inn she was at was nice and quaint. She came to this world, this realm with one mission, and that was to find her father. Her mother had told her so much about him, along with her many other friends in this new place. She held the book that her mother gave her tightly in her hands. A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she knew her had passed on. She looked upon the book and slowly opened it. She then touched the gem that was in front of a place and recited the words, Kal Ort Por. A rush filled her body as it was magically teleported in front of a building. Her head was swimming abit as she was getting used to this form of teleportation. She looked upon the building before her, it was indeed large. She slowly made her way up the steps stopping half way.

"Garden of Sin and Desire."

She grinned abit as it was a befitting name for a building once owned by her mother. She then slowly slipped in and looked about. The staff was wearing maybe an apron if that. She simply shook her head and blushed abit. She spoke with the bartenders and the dancers. But they didn't seem to have too much to say, and other than that the place was pretty much dead at that time. She then found herself looking at the book and touching another gem. After those three words, she was soon in front of another building. This building was abit small and quaint. She made her way in and looked about. She saw a few people and then proceeded to ask them if they happened to know of a Silent Poet. The confused look in their eyes told her that she didn't need to hear their words. They truly seemed to not know whom she was speaking of. The day was getting late and the sun was starting to set. She was tired so she rented a room for the night. She made her way to the room and collapsed on the bed. Swearing she would rest for abit then start again. Her eyes closed and she was asleep before she knew it.

A couple of hours had passed when she woke up. She looked about and was slightly disoriented. When her head cleared of the last remains of sleep; she got up and opened up a window. She inhaled the night air in, enjoying the cool moist air. She looked upon the book that she had rested upon the table in her room. She grabbed it and once again touched the gem to the Garden. She found herself once more before the large building. She made her way up the stairs, only this time she saw more people. She went in an took a seat watching the people as they walked about drinking their drinks. She then finally found the nerve to ask them if they happened to know a Silent Poet. The room became quiet and a few of them started to inquire what she wanted to know about the man. She informed them anything they could tell her. A few looked upon her in a suscpious manner and told them very little about the man she was seeking. So far she got that he had a thing for singing, ale and women. Most seemed to know the man but not well enough to say much about him. She then left the building and returned to her room in the small inn. Tomorrow night was another night, perhaps then she will find out more.

to be continued........
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