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[Ditto Armunn]

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The old lady's hand tugged on the herb-scented staff that helped steady her as she walked.

Once again she traveled far to deliver a message. This message though, took her through more familiar territory. Umbra.
She had done much business in buying wares in it's city. But this trip would take her to a different hold. The dark heart of Umbra itself. It's matriarch's, Ceinwyn ab'Arawn's, abode.

Stopping for rest at the Inn had been interesting. She noted a brightly metal'd mount passing by at a slow and cautious pace. Watching, she saw that the rider's armor and gear was made of an even brighter metal. This one stunk of light. Her old eyes caught his movements and her mind theoried. He would dart from one building to the next, but always oh so very cautiously.
Oblivious to the politics of the world, Jujual didn't see nor care if the rider wore any badge proud and true. He wore a familiar garb, but even then she couldn't be sure from where he hailed.

The old witch let out an amused cackle. The rider stopped short and turned his head toward her, as he seemed to be noticing her for the first time. Jujual only nodded quietly, in a stance befitting a servant and turned to walk further outside and toward her destination. A few feet away, she held her head high, and made certain her limping old walk was sure and straight. Not darting, nor hiding.
Her ears detected no horse hooves but she could feel the rider's stare on her back, and she cackled outloud once more.
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]