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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 4642018" data-attributes="member: 40413">Edvan is pensively silent from the women and their odd pronouncement until they reach the house of the sorcerer.  Standing in front of the door, however, he shakes his head.  He is obviously uneasy and growing more so as Rovan and Lola have their say.  He gapes at pair then bursts out in a rush of words.  "Rats on a stick!?  More like the severed head of this woman Bear says this Tretcher fellow was afraid of.  You know, the one that haunted Bear and his ship across seven seas?"  He shakes his head.  "We likely already angrying this spirit; I'ms not too keen on playin' a sorcerer false or pokin' my nose in his business.And those women?  Bad sign, I says.  Yeah, we're poor; they could sees that just by the lookin'.  And it's dangerous messin' in sorcerer business.  I done said that once before.  'Treasure hid in pursed lips'?  Maybe she had gold teeth.  Or maybe if we helps the spirit she'd reward us.  Heard tell a story like that once.  We're in a bad spot and I ain't too fond of rocks or hard places."  He falls silent once again and shifts his gaze from Rovan to Lola to the Door to Hilmdyn and back around again.</blockquote>