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Ysabel grinned and resheathed her sword. "Yep, I think you're gonna fit right in here! It's hard to imagine how we've survived this long without someone of your caliber."
The man drew his cloak closer around his face--a move that appeared to have become habitual--perhaps after years of trying to hide a now-whitened scar coursing his left cheek. "I think it looks like you've survived just fine. Not that I won't... brighten it up a bit, I'm sure." His voice was gruff, but not unkind. Turning, he picked up a black mask and slipped it over his entire face. "I'll find you later, Ysabel."
"Sure," she said, but as she looked where he had stood, nothing remained.
Ysabel rolled her eyes and walked to the window, glancing out at the staff amiably rushing about in preparation for the upcoming festivities. "Typical!" she thought of the man in black, and went back to the mess of planning parchments scattered across her desk. NECon 2014 was soon to arrive, and everything had to be ready. It was bound to be an interesting year: of that she was unfalteringly certain.