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Shara: <thinks> Great ... ok ... mages ... it's not difficult to spot a mage ... those high noses, those faces as if they'd be constantly masturbating to their own magical power ... BLERGH.
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Shara: <thinks> ... I don't see a mage here. Crap. There's GOT to be one ... the more I look around, the more likely I'm to be found by the Fist.
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<Shara sees the top of a mage's staff at the other side of the room>
Shara: <thinks> Wait, there's one! That ridiculous thing can only belong to a mage!
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<Shara stands up>
Shara: <thinks> But that thing seems vaguely familiar, hm ...
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<Shara approaches the table where the staff leans>
Shara: <thinks> I can't really see ...
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<She finally sees the mage, it's Katharina, talking with a Drak>
Shara: <load> Oh, you've GOT to be FUCKING kidding me!