09-30-2007, 10:52 AM
"So... You've managed to hurt yourself yet again, Lady Azalea?"
These soft words floated to the ears of the aforementioned with an air of mirth. Distinctly female, the soft-spoken voice was soon revealed to belong to a woman, standing off in the less-visible corner of the room, with her back towards the owner of the room, and her face inches away from the glass window which she looked through with some interest.
A cold laugh, and Azalea would find the other woman dropping a rather thick envelope into her lap, and informing her that; "I've been instructed to give this to you, which answers your next question of 'why are you here'. seems you've made a friend somewhere higher up in the chain. I wouldn't go dying just yet if i were you, i took a glance over that letter earlier... seems that somehow or another your amazingly clumsy ass has been chosen for a raid party... wouldn't it be a shame if your wounds kept you from getting that kind of front-line action?"
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