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Minerva drew back her raven and continued down the streets towards the Temple.  Just as the wall surrounding it, the tall, gilded mansion stood tall and proud, less proud and more arrogant as Minerva would put it.  She brandished her daggers upon hearing footsteps near her on the cobblestone streets.  Apparently a few of the city watchmen were warned to her presence.  They drew their swords, surrounding Minerva on all sides.  [b]"Alright ma'am.  Drop the daggers, and come with us quietly.  We'd hate for this to get violent."[/b]

[color=gray]"Hmph.  So would I."[/color]  Minerva looked at them with a deadpanned expression.  With merely a flick of her wrist, the guardsmen fell dead around her, each pierced through the heart by a snaking black tendril retreating into her dark cloak.  The woman pressed on as though nothing had happened.