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Cattiebrie tosses her auburn hair and turns to face you.
Her green eyes sparkle as the corners of her mouth turn
up in a warm smile. You notice her pointed ears twitching
sensitively. The golden robe draped about her broad (for
an elf) shoulders glints brightly, making you squint. The
slender fingers of her left hand partially conceal a jewelled
dagger. Her right hand is outstretched to greet you.

'How are you?' she asks genuinely. One eyebrow arches
gracefully and she tilts her head slightly, wondering if
there is anything she can do to help you.

A heavily dust covered statue of a dwarf is here. Dressed
in mismatching clothes, it is hard to tell what it is
suppose to be. Suddenly it moves. Upon closer examination
the statue is not a statue at all but a living being.
The many layers of dust must have collected upon his person
from the years he has rested here unmoving. It is indeed a
strange sight.