Re: (Pathfinder) The Curse of the Crimson Throne IC
Kalinda Merryn
Snatching the card from the air, her eyes go wide when she reads the magical script. Having no gift with The Art herself, The Wasp can't help but be in awe of even the most mundane and useful displays of it. Lancel Street? Of course she knew where that was! She and the gang broke into that lady's home that one summer evening...
With no time to reflect on the past, Kalinda takes off at a run, heading right for the card's destination. Trap or no, Kalinda wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If this led her closer to putting a bullet into Gaedren's head then she had no time to waste.
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