(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I hadn't met her yet...
I wasn't disappointed. Dark-haired, pale-skinned, and swishing with a firm,
steady stride, Dolora carried a cultured, refined look. As she turned to me, I
noted that her eyes - which I had previously thought to be gray - were the
color of brushed steel.
"Greetings..."
Her voice was soft, calm, and without inflection - it had a certain 'far-away'
quality, is if somehow not attached to her. "Greetings... I am called Dolora.
May I serve you, somehow?"
I leaned forward with a smile, "In what ways can you serve me, Dolora?"
She blinked her eyes, then touched her hand to her heart, bowing her head
slightly. "I am able to debate any scholarly or academic matter quite
proficiently, if that is your wish. I am also well-versed in various games of
strategy, should you wish to play something - though I have the materials for
few such games, here."
"Debate, you say?" I smiled. It might be interesting to banter philosophy
with someone new for the first time.
Someone lovely.
Dolora nodded. "That is correct. I am neither a tome nor a tutor; I have no
desire to educate my patrons. Should you have a matter to discuss,
however... the fifteen factions and their effect on Sigilian politics, the most
effective battle stratagems for warring in Acheron, the meaning of existence
itself... I would be most pleased to choose a counter-point and engage you
in debate."
"Sounds fun."
I chose a topic and began... the debate lasted a long time as the two of us
exchanged points and counter-points, each attempting to methodically
undermine the other's position. In that time Dak'kon sat and listened
quietly, Annah sat in the high branch of the tree, swinging her legs and
enjoying the shade. In the distance I could hear the yelps of some of the
women as Morte tried to sneak little looks under their skirts.
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