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About Shelia Song

Somewhere in Absalom there sits a young woman in a closed room. She is putting on airs of being relaxed but it is quite obvious from her expression that she is actually a bit annoyed. Across from her sits a man with non-descript features. He smiles broadly as if all of the world revolves around him.
 
It does.
 
Shelia can no longer contain her annoyance at the man and finally breaks the silence laying between the two.
 
"You want to know my qualifications?"
 
She pauses a moment to take a drink of water, barely registering that it was not there a moment ago.
 
"OK Mister whatever you said your name was, here you go..."
 
She holds up her hand in front of her, balled up in a fist. Everything about her suggests a violence waiting to be sprung at any moment. She starts counting off her achievements, raising a finger with each point and starting with her middle finger. The man continues to smile.
 
"Venture Captain at a young age. First adventure involved a rampaging werewolf. I have stopped assassinations. Recovered dimplomats and artifacts. Helped uncover buried secrets. Tenure at the Academy, decorated as a Defender of Nerosyan..."
 
The man does not appear to move or speak but Shelia stops in mid rambling as if interrupted.
 
"What can I do? Would be easier to detail what it is that I cannot do."
 
At this she draws a small box out of the smal bag occupying the space next to her chair.
 
"Ever see anything like this? Made of darkwood and reinforced with iron. That lock there? Top quality, you would be hard pressed to find one superior to it. Just for fun it will trigger a spell if I do not open it correctly or in the alloted time."
 
She stops for a moment to see if the man's expression has changed. It had not.
 
Shelia sighs a bit and draws out a set of small metal tools and sets upon the lock. Within a few seconds it is open, revealing nothing inside.
 
"Not too many can avoid magical traps while opening a lock. I can do that all day, even in my sleep. Takes a keen eye and a bit of sense. It is like I can feel the magic there..."
 
Once again she stops as if interrupted.
 
"What implements do I use?"
 
Shelia moves her arm at a speed that dares the naked eye to follow. With a bit of flourish she holds out the dagger in her once empty hand.
 
"Good with daggers but I prefer my short sword. Gives me just a little bit of distance I need to get right into the precise spot. Any idiot can bash a person or monster into the ground but it takes a true understanding of what you are fighting to pinpoint the soft spots and bring them down. I can even get an extra stab or two in when there is someone else distracting them. Oh and my bow, Sparky. Enemies get a charge out of it."
 
Another wave of her hand and the dagger disappears, presumably to where it had originally been.
 
"See this ring here? Old wizard in a shop sold it to me. Said that it would make me a bit more difficult to hit. Did not believe him at first but he came recommended so I paid the gold. Swear that sometimes it feels like there's a bit of something protecting me. And this ring on my other hand? Acquired that after a run in with the local authorities. The previous ring allowed me to go invisible. Apparently they have a law about that here. So I went back to the same wizard and he said this one makes it very difficult for things to slow me down or take a mis-step."
 
Shelia leans forward a bit, suddenly very interested in showin off a bit. The more she talks, the wilder her grin grows.
 
"This mask here I obtained from a traveling Mwangi tribesman. Dates way back and it allows me to see through fog and such things. It was pretty grotesque looking when I first got it. The cloak has magic of course, bounce a bit of magic off and is cut so that it will not get in my way when I need to move quickly. The gloves are enchanted for swimming and climbing. Oh and this amulet I picked up from some Centaurs. Even spent time training with them learning how to avoid spear attacks... They were a good lot."
 
She takes a moment, pats around and looks at her boots. Quickly she places one boot on the table.
 
"These boots I picked up, oh I do not remember where. Osirion made I think. Very supple and a must have for anyone in my line of work. Picked up this nice belt too. Bends nicely with the body and keeps me centered when I need it most."
 
Shelia finally appears to have wound down when she holds up her hand, palm facing the man across the table. She flexes her hand a bit and suddenly there is a wand in her hand.
 
"I have a bunch of these too. Replaced the daggers in my arm sheaths. Healing, blessings from the Gods, understanding some of those odd languages written in old tombs... a little bit of everything. Just takes me a second to use."
 
Another motion of her hand and the wand disappears back into her sleeve. Shelia grabs her bag and stands, looking the strange man in the eyes the entire time. After a moment she smiles, turns, and heads to a door that did not exist just a moment ago.