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[darkrangerqueen]

((OOC: A follow-up to this conversation with Death the Kid, and thus a closed thread.))

[After she finishes talking to Kid, Sylvanas sets a deep pot of water on the stove and turns on the gas-flame. She knows her room is cold, compared to even the others in this building; temperature extremes hardly bother her, anymore. Perhaps this tiny source of

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[grimreaping]

[ As promised, it does not take Kid long to arrive in Ballad Town. Despite the narrow and darkened streets and questionably speculative looks he drew from the smattering of locals hanging about, he walked as unconcerned as though it were a main avenue.

There wasn't much that could be lurking in dark places that would frighten him.

He had the address, but he didn't need the scrap of paper so much as he just needed to open his soul perception to seek out Sylvanas. Her soul was thrice as strong as anyone else's in the area, and he let that guide him. ]

[darkrangerqueen]

[There. The Lady catches his gaze, smiles calmly, then turns away from the window. Kid may be able to trace her path down the stairs, to the main entrance: an unremarkable arched wooden door.]

((OOC: It took me a while to come up with the right words. Or maybe I just needed to be in the right mood. ^^ ))

[grimreaping]

[ Kid returns the smile and indeed is able to find the door. With the way that others had been disappearing so frequently lately, he admitted it was a relief that Sylvanas was still here. If anyone in this place had an inclination to understand him, it was her.

He knocks, always polite. ]

[darkrangerqueen]

[The door opens. She looks him over briefly.]

Well done. [A note of approval. The Banshee Queen allows him to enter, then, turning, goes back the way she came. Her clawed gauntlets leave tiny scratches on the already scarred railing. As she climbs, she adds in a tone that dances between courtesy and derision:] I hope this place does not bother you -- much.

[The floorboards creak and groan, the steps are bowed from generations of tramping feet, and the walls desperately need repainting. The stairwell smells of dust, mostly -- and a elf lady suspended in an early state of decay.]