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[b]Mariel[/b]

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Turning to face the sudden interloper, Mariel watched with the wary eyes of some predatory creature, waiting, muscles tensed and ready. Her hand had not yet reached for her sword. That would have been too obvious and too aggressive. There were rules. There were rules to violence even in Sigil.

Mariel trusted few people. She trusted fewer people in Sigil. And she trusted uninvited goblins trying to claim free ice cream least of all. She felt a pang of irritation. She didn’t understand. Once more, all too soon, she found herself perplexed by the actions of another. It was strange to ask for a gift offered to another. Impolite, even. Still...it was not her ice cream to give. If the hag wished to bestow a frozen treat on the greedy stranger, then so be it.

Shifting her ice cream further away from the goblin, Mariel took discrete steps to put herself between the new stranger and her compatriots. Uncertain of the seriousness of Lissandra's warning, she had decided to save her ice cream until after they had traveled through the portal. Beigeiros' suffering had left her feeling cautious about the effects of ice cream and dimensional travel.