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Wearing more clothes then she would care to, the succubus walked into the city, finding it full of necromancers, many of whom were undead, who like most of their kind, were too full of themselves to be of any use. Walking around the city, they seemed to have a better sence of good decoration then most other cities she had visited, but increasing her skills in necromancy was only a side reason for visiting (just like trying to bother the Gramarian is the main reason for writing this), she was looking for someone...His name started with an "F", but anyway she'll know it when she sees it, as she looks around for something she was looking for for many years: A competent assassin...
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