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It was late at night, and Yrel had long since shed her armor in favor of comfortable cloths. Flipping through a tome, not wanting to sleep, she heard a rather heavy thump near her front door. The Exarch went to investigate, and let out a gasp as she saw a bleeding orc sitting on the ground, barely able to hold himself up. Worry struck her... before she realized who it was. Yrel let out a low hiss, “What... do you think you are doing here?!”