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Unknown Date Hydamis building The sounds of training martial artist was not unfamiliar to her, though the sound of so many of them in one place left an echo in her ears that made it difficult at times to keep them erect and trained on the panther walking beside her. The gaze of the teenage vixen wandered the courtyard, which was in her opinion, a little stereotypically dressed in a traditional oriental, almost Shaolin design. The lines of training recruits of all species, the masters running drills dressed in white gis with gold frills an black belts to broadcast their status, and the fact that none of them took notice of the teenage vixen walking among them told her a lot. But it told her one things very clearly. It was all an act. For clients, for those interested in procuring contracts, or just to make themselves seems bigger and more impressive than they were. “Everything is as you asked, Miss Wilde,” the panther stated, waving one paw as they reached a line of mammals