2. Arrival

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Scenes of futures past

The delicate hand pulled off her cloak, revealing the true nature of this lone traveling woman.

Her beauty.

Chain-mail and plated armor covered her torso and chain encased her legs. The chain mail was unusual, unlike any earthly kind ever created. So finely made it fit against her like liquid on her skin. The links of metal shimmered softly in the light as she pulled it off over her head slowly, as if she was reluctant to live without the hard second skin.

The newcomer carefully unbuckled the sheathed sword from her hip and she gently placed her weapon with quiet reverence on the table near the door. The weapon hummed ever so slightly then went quiet, for it too sensed him.

This crimson-haired warrior slipped off the silken top that covered her upper body. Her breasts were not large, but still stood up to the heavy armor, cloth and…

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