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Her tail swayed as she moved with confidence over the land, ignoring the slight ruckus the crows had stirred up. They always made a racket when she passed by, something she had grown used to. There weren't even as many members coming to investigate the noise anymore, recognizing her from the description the crows would repeatedly give of the 'intruder'. Glancing behind her she smiled, listening to the hunger in Levent's words.
He was searching for something that didn't exist. Amy knew it, but she didn't discourage him. As long as he thought he could succeed Amy could manipulate him with false hints. I have used it. To be more specific, she tried to murder her pups in there. The blasted things had survived though, and she'd been forced to resort to other means. There's plenty in there for one who knows what they're looking for. Changing direction Amy strode toward the temple, full of artifacts that held worth for the right buyer.
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