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[h3][color=Mediumpurple]Cynthia Nocturne[/color][/h3][/center]
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[color=Mediumpurple]"Mm."[/color] was the only noise that came from the Dark Mage's mouth, leering intensely at the "Groundskeeper" that beamed at her. He could not be more of a fool if he thought she was truly intrigued by his offer. The other one, the brute, was reasonable enough. However, his accent was so thick, Cynthia could only make out a fraction of what he was saying. She was fortunately able to catch his mention of the Shepherds' reformation, a concept that absolutely caught her fancy. No sooner than she was about to open her mouth to gather more information, a dark haired man sauntered onto the premises, holding a rather large stack of books in one hand and the other on the hilt of his sword.

At once, Cynthia recognized his face. He'd been a hot topic of discussion back in Plegia, something about him being a notable Tactician and the false Champion of Naga, a heretic worthy only of death. Moreover, a manic leader of the Crusaders had a hefty bounty on his head. She was quite surprised to see the man was still alive. When he spoke, she released her grip on her tome of Nosferatu, letting it swing from its chain. Any enemy of those wretched zealots was a friend of hers. Behind him, a woman with pure white hair and delicate features appeared. From her aggressive demeanor though, the Dark Mage could tell the Exalt was anything but delicate; she was a rose with thorns. Cynthia could respect that: the fire in her eyes, the ability to act on a whim.

[color=Mediumpurple]"I am Cynthia Nocturne. I was merely returning to my sanctuary, this abandoned barracks here, to drink in the solace of solitude. However, I was met with... this."[/color] A pale hand emerged from the recesses of her sleeve, gesturing first towards the swordsman and barbarian and then to the revitalized section of the garrison. [color=Mediumpurple]"Truly grotesque, is it not? I will forever reminiscence on the memory of these rotting ruins."[/color] her emotionless, soft voice uttered before she began to ominously step towards the Exalt and Tactician. Halting within a foot of their faces, her blank expression studied them, devouring every last detail of their forms. [color=Mediumpurple]"If you are absolute in your decision to restore the Shepherds, then I shall forgive the ravaging of my sanctuary and serve under your banner. As the most prestigious Mage of the dark arts, you have acquired a great ally."[/color] Cynthia's terribly pale hand emerged once again, revealing for a split moment the chain and purple tome within her sleeve, to shake their hands in an attempt to gain their trust.

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