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The storm's passed...
[Med'an is looking through the window at the sky. He is quiet for a moment or two, thinking about something, but it's a peaceful quiet. He likes rain, but he likes sun too.]
We have sixty-four bars of iron with us. But what about the rowan? There's some wild, growing in the middle of the loch, I think. We could ward ourselves with more of it, or even plant some seeds in the village.
[Another pause, as he ponders whether or not to say something, and then, very politely: ]
May I have a moment of your time, Aureln?
[Med'an is looking through the window at the sky. He is quiet for a moment or two, thinking about something, but it's a peaceful quiet. He likes rain, but he likes sun too.]
We have sixty-four bars of iron with us. But what about the rowan? There's some wild, growing in the middle of the loch, I think. We could ward ourselves with more of it, or even plant some seeds in the village.
[Another pause, as he ponders whether or not to say something, and then, very politely: ]
May I have a moment of your time, Aureln?