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			<title><![CDATA[Life is old there]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Her paw sunk into another patch of mud, her whiskers twitching in a sneer as she flicked some of it off. The fur along her neck bristled, but she didn't say anything, having already accepted that this wouldn't be a <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">fun</span> outing. It's why the clothes beneath her pelt were 'adventuring clothes' rather than her usual glittery ruffled outfits, something annoyingly practical with only a hint of vibrancy, after all, Noah had mentioned it would be hard and important work for the Wildwatch. <br />
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[say]<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">What exactly are we looking for?</span>[/say] she asked, setting her paw back into the mud at the edge of the icy expanse of water. The dirt had formed a grime over the ice, blocking what might have otherwise been her pretty feline reflection. She flicked her tail and looked to Noah. [say]<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You mentioned a monster lurking about?</span>[/say]]]></description>
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[say]<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">What exactly are we looking for?</span>[/say] she asked, setting her paw back into the mud at the edge of the icy expanse of water. The dirt had formed a grime over the ice, blocking what might have otherwise been her pretty feline reflection. She flicked her tail and looked to Noah. [say]<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You mentioned a monster lurking about?</span>[/say]]]></content:encoded>
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