<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:HelveticaNeue-Light, Helvetica Neue Light, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:13px"><div dir="ltr">OOC:</div><div dir="ltr">Trying to get myself pulled together.</div><div dir="ltr">Sifting through thousands of emails.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5348" dir="ltr">Thank you for your patience.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5349" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5478" dir="ltr">IC:</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5506" dir="ltr">The dancer seems tense. Comfortable with being watched for her movements, having a crowd of strangers listen to her talk, intent on her words, seems to make her quite nervous.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5479" dir="ltr">"My name is Zabyra. Not unlike your own name? A trick of the Fates? My lands are in the south, the Rogizini Empire. Perhaps you have never seen the dancers of the Rogizini before? People often pay more to see something new, so I travel. My father, he was murdered, when I was a small child. I cannot avenge his death. But, maybe if I help you find your father's murderers, then the gods will smile and my own father might know some peace. Maybe it is a foolish wish. I have no family here. No friends. Nothing makes me stay. So I travel. If you wish my help?"</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5480" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1439573929396_5504" dir="ltr"><br></div></div></body></html>