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Post by Silence on Nov 21, 2007 10:08:19 GMT -5
She was back.
Most wouldn't think her too fearsome when they look at her, a figure dressed in the typical Shrouded Armor most of the Brothers and Sisters that served Sithis wore. She was short and slender, certainly, almost childlike, with wide, innocent eyes and a charming smile. Her hair, auburn like most Bosmer's, was done up in intricate braids, which showed plainly as she wore her hood down.
No, most wouldn't think her even remotely dangerous, but they were wrong.
Ralen Jalarann was rather young, but she was dangerous. The charming, innocent expression that she wore only served to make others lower their guard. Even members in the Dark Brotherhood fell victim to that trick.
Sadly, the little Bosmer talked too much. Far too much. Certainly, she could be a cold-hearted Murderer when needed, else she would not even be here, but it was a side that she rarely showed.
Instead, Ralen simply skipped up to the firstt Dark Brother she saw, and started her usual stream of ceaseless chatter, about all things from the colour of the sky to the recent battle with the Morag Tong and their Speaker, Jiub.
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