[It was hard to believe just a few days ago she had been in Tida, when the sun first beamed down at her and she first smelt the smell of the sea. Well, maybe it was. She had the more valuable reminder being the drop of myrrh, in the chalice still attatched to her waist via satchel, bumping against her leg. The other was the least useful - a scar or
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