Stamping down a flame with a high heeled boot, Cordellia flourished her rapier dramatically, placed it in its sheathe, and began to take a drink from her flask. She hardly seemed to register the other poison pumping through her veins. "Everyone else alright? Yes? Good. Hopefully that was the sole tenant of this office space." Cordellia's eyes settle on the fireplace as she begins to sweep the room once more.

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