OOC. Halbereth, could you please get a hold of me, I want to talk to you about something...nothing bad, I just wanted to speak with you.  
 
Himelilek growled angrily, gripping the dagger tightly in her hand, the thought of driving the dagger into the elf's chest was a welcomed idea, but the small voice that she often ignored yelled 'caution'.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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