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Roa paused, eyes that were usually alert unfocused. With one hand she loosely held the amulet, with the other she grasped the edge of the table. Taking Galadel's advice, she handed the amulet back to SNaveling and regained control. Roa forced herself to smile, and relax. All in due time... She looked at her friends across the table; both seemed rather wary of her sudden calm. With one last glace at Galadel, she focused her attention back to her friends.
"Forgive my outburst, I was taken by surprise. That is no rare trinket, Snaveling. Be careful of whom you reveal it to." For the first time in a long time, Roa felt truly afraid. As a servant of Isuldur's heir, she would be veiwed as traitorous to the extreme by a descendant of Ar-Pharazôn. If Snaveling was truly his heir, he was her blood enemy. Oh, Bram! I wish you were here to guide me... In her distress, Roa did not notice the new presence just a few feet away.
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We can't all be Roas when it comes to analysing... -Lommy
I didn't say you're evil, Roa, I said you're exasperating. -Nerwen
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