The Sorceress

The Sorceress

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Natalie Griffice was an unforgettable character. Her bright red fiery hair often burned with people’s minds long after they met her. While her sharp fierce blue eyes served as a frightening reminder to them that she was not one to be messed with. She often met people with a curt nod and a quaint smile, her greetings nothing more than a show of what an annoyance it was to her. After all she never spoke to people longer than necessary. It was always straight to business when it came to dealing with Natalie. Well most of the time it was. There were a few occasions where Natalie felt the need talk around the subject as of business. These were normally reserved for people who Natalie deemed to be scum. Which is perhaps why she chose to talk about several other issues with the man known as her father rather than the one the alliance assigned her to talk to him about. Which of course was about the usual: don’t use your magic for personal gains. Not that her father would ever learn.
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