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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6580401" data-attributes="member: 11146">[section][align=left]http://i57.tinypic.com/zy9095.jpg[/align]Brue moved to enter the cottage but the heavy mud caking her boots gave her pause.&nbsp; Do people take off their boots around here when they go inside someone's home?&nbsp; Why do I think that's proper custom?&nbsp; She froze for a beat, undecided, then bent at the waist and took off her muddy boots by the door, lined them in a crisp row.&nbsp; At Greycastle's invitation, she padded to a chair at the table, pushed down her hood, and sat.&nbsp; Greycastle's easy way made her feel more comfortable than she had with the too-pretty Coinmaster.&nbsp; &quot;I don't know why I was wherever it was you found me,&quot; Brue said.&nbsp; Opting for honesty and trusting that her tactic would work, she continued, &quot;My memory seems to be shot.&nbsp; I was hoping you might recall some detail that would help me remember.&nbsp; My name, maybe?&quot;&nbsp; Brue couldn't help but swallow when she felt hope rise in her throat.&nbsp; Part of her knew this man was about to dash her hopes of figuring out who or what she was, and that part warred with the half that clung to the prospect of discovery.[/section]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6580401, member: 11146"] [section][align=left]http://i57.tinypic.com/zy9095.jpg[/align]Brue moved to enter the cottage but the heavy mud caking her boots gave her pause. [I]Do people take off their boots around here when they go inside someone's home? Why do I think that's proper custom?[/I] She froze for a beat, undecided, then bent at the waist and took off her muddy boots by the door, lined them in a crisp row. At Greycastle's invitation, she padded to a chair at the table, pushed down her hood, and sat. Greycastle's easy way made her feel more comfortable than she had with the too-pretty Coinmaster. [color=green]"I don't know why I was wherever it was you found me,"[/color] Brue said. Opting for honesty and trusting that her tactic would work, she continued, [color=green]"My memory seems to be shot. I was hoping you might recall some detail that would help me remember. My name, maybe?"[/color] Brue couldn't help but swallow when she felt hope rise in her throat. Part of her knew this man was about to dash her hopes of figuring out who or what she was, and that part warred with the half that clung to the prospect of discovery.[/section] [/QUOTE]

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