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[b]Mariel[/b]

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Assailed by the sights, smell, and noise of Sigil. Traveling through a strange forest that she did not yet understand, Mariel had moved with renewed caution and readiness. Dodging throngs of keen eyed customers, her attention had not wavered. To lose sight of Lissandra or the others would have meant unwelcome trouble.

Lissandra’s words had released her into a state of further watchfulness and Mariel loomed near her, like a falcon poised to swoop down on any encroaching prey.

She watched the hag calling out to them with growing suspicion. Her time in Sigil had reinforced her weariness of those carrying lofty mercantile aspirations and hopes of profit. Beigeiros seemed to hold no such reservations, so Mariel tabled her temptation to catch up with Aaliyah and Bruno, and to slake her desperate thirst for any information about her vanished home. The irritation that caused her hair to bristle seemed a warning and she chose to ask her own meandering questions as her eyes searched for any trap.

“Why sell so cheaply? What need should we have for cold in Tradegate?” she asked the oppertunisitic merchant.