Fingers gently flipped around a single card. Eyes set across the the series of words that she read. Each one still resounding true through and hitting the back of her retinas. The chain reaction had once more started, and afterwards" There was no turning back...but to think that there would be those who would blatantly call out the maliciousness of that woman....was alot more than she could bare. It razed through her very being. Fingers clutching into the paper of the Rhy'Din Post...

"....What do they think they're doing..." She growled, slipping the card down and standing from off her seat, the sharply dressed woman shedding abit of her "class" as the POST was sent hurtled across the floor before her very eyes. A few eyes glanced her way, but the woman soon collected her composure. Still, though the time it took to really get the rage under her skin again, those fingers made the effort to turn the card about. A joker. Go fig. Slowly, the woman made her way on down to her seat again.

" ....At least I know where I need to head next. "



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