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:Why don't you go for a walk dear.:
"Do you think I should?" The speaker is a woman in merc's clothes with dark brown hair. She rubs the last of the road dirt from Gwena's white hair and turns to put the brushes away.
:Yes. I saw a place on the way in that looked very nice. The Crossed Sword.:
Elspeth raises an eyebrow at her companion. "Okay. Just so long as Skif doesn't follow."
:He won't.
So that evening Elspeth slips out. She opens the door to the tavern and enters, whereupon she discovers herself to be in a strangely familar place. She stands in the doorway for a moment puzzeled, then goes in and orders a drink. Maybe the memory will come to her. Maybe some company too.
Hearld in the bar.
"Do you think I should?" The speaker is a woman in merc's clothes with dark brown hair. She rubs the last of the road dirt from Gwena's white hair and turns to put the brushes away.
:Yes. I saw a place on the way in that looked very nice. The Crossed Sword.:
Elspeth raises an eyebrow at her companion. "Okay. Just so long as Skif doesn't follow."
:He won't.
So that evening Elspeth slips out. She opens the door to the tavern and enters, whereupon she discovers herself to be in a strangely familar place. She stands in the doorway for a moment puzzeled, then goes in and orders a drink. Maybe the memory will come to her. Maybe some company too.
Hearld in the bar.