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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 2882330" data-attributes="member: 9191">He stood in the tent, tall and straight.  His hair and beard were as black as midnight, precisely trimmed, his robe meticulously clean made of the finest black silks, with an elegant waterfall pattern stitched in it.  His dusky skin was offset by his piercing green eyes.  In the filthy tent he was very out of place, like a whale in the dessert.He looked down at the old witch and contemplated the best way to get answers from her.  While his usually solution to this circumstance was to rip it from her mind, he suspected that tactic would not work here.  She probably was a creature of impulse, not knowing the answers until the questions themselves were asked.  He had prepared for this, his informants had forewarned him.Answering the questions cost him nothing and he could always see what she knew afterwards.  After a brief pause contemplating her fate, Lorgrane answered, “My dreams are disorganized and emotional.  I see suffering and feel those suffering calling to me to save them.  More significantly, I want to save them.  I suspect this state is more of a representation of what I was created to be.”  “If you are asking specifically, what I dream of, then last night I dreamt of a girl child, lost in the woods, being chased by things too horrible to describe.  As they caught her, she looked directly me at me, beseeching me for assistance.  I woke just before I could act.”“I attach no meaning to these dreams.” He says, completely emotionless.“My strings, as you call them, are being pulled by the Perfect, by Naramyr, whether he knows it or not, by the Eye of Profane Truth and by whatever fell force is behind the Eye.  To a lesser extent, several others have grasps on my strings, including you Etna.”   The last part of his statement is delivered coldly, menacingly.“As for your “gift,”  I have brought you a half dozen freshly picked oranges from the verdant orchards of distant Coulem.  They are sweet and delicious.”It had been a simple thing to teleport there and back, costing no more than a few coppers.  An exotic gift and one that should appease someone who lives like this.  If she truly has answers, it is her choice to live like this, so valuables should not be an issue.  Sweet treats seemed more appropriate.As he presented her with a small sack containing the oranges, Lorgrane considered carefully the questions he should ask.“What will it take to stop Naramyr?”“Where can I discover the true nature of the Eye of Profane Truth?”“Can the Perfect effect me directly?” </blockquote>

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