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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1302637" data-attributes="member: 6521">The man catches the coin -- fumblingly, and for a second his eyes hang with despair as it seems ready to slip down into the river -- and sits for a moment, admiring it."Generous folk, generous gnome you are! This deserves the special treatment..."He ducks away for a moment, and you hear the rustling of objects in the boat, until he returns with two small bags... The first he opens to reveal what looks like incense, which he piles into a small tower to set alight."Good folk... Small folk, of heavy burdens..." His voice shudders with a mix of age and excitement. "Folk of sleepless nights... Restless days... Weary folk..."His eyelids begin to relax, not quite closing, but leaving only a sliver of that shining wetness to sight... His hands loosen the string around the second bag, and he pours out his contents into the cup of his palm... Things small and white, maybe bits of marble, maybe teeth, scarred by dark carvings, seen for too short a time to make out as he quickly clasps the hand around them, and begins rattling them rhythmically, and vigorously: You can hear two distinct patterns of clacking: The pieces against each other, and the pieces against the bone."You shall encounter great uncertainty, and your wills shall all be tested true... So too shall your endurance be tested, trying to keep pace toward your goals..." He sighs heavily, then continues. "You are like sea turtles trying to escape the tide, knowing that a moment stopped for breath will leave you to be swept away... Your short legs will not seem to carry you fast enough, trying to outrun the strides of giants. But you will continue..."His brow purses for a moment, concerned."You are on a quest which is not your quest..." He stammers a little at this, seeming to fumble for the right words. "Or, you pursue a part at the expense of the whole." He places a certain firmness on this, a definite emphasis. "It distracts you -- it leads you down a path to... to... all oblivion."He breathes deeply, then the rattling slows, although his eyes remain in whatever trance they've found. His tongue appears to give a stabbing moistening of the lips, and his body relaxes noticably.In a voice of much less intensity: "What more do you ask to know?"(OOC - Anyone with ranks in Knowledge (Nature), make a check.)</blockquote>

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