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<blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 2891359" data-attributes="member: 12118">&quot;Oh, warm milk, warm milk,&quot; Yanhal laughs.&nbsp; &quot;That's your solution to everything, Surefoot!&nbsp; Bit of indigestion?&nbsp; Warm milk.&nbsp; Spider bite?&nbsp; Warm milk?&nbsp; Arm half-torn off by a crazed orc?&nbsp; Warm milk.&nbsp; In face, I'm surprised you suggested holy water to use 'gainst the undead, and not, say, blessed warm milk.&quot;&nbsp; Yanhal tries to duck as Uriel throws one a muffin at him.&nbsp; The crumbly pastry bounces off Yanhal's head and then falls to the floor.&nbsp; Yanhal quickly snatches it up.&nbsp; &quot;Well thanks, little dairy farmer!&nbsp; I was wondering what I'd have to do to get you to pass me one of these.&quot;&nbsp; He tears into the muffin and then takes yet another long swallow of coffee.&quot;But to be a bit more serious for a moment...&quot;&nbsp; Yanhal fixes Donnor with a piercing gaze.&nbsp; &quot;It seems clear to me that your dream is trying to teach you something.&nbsp; Do you see what it was?&quot;Yanhal speaks quietly and calmly to Donnor.&nbsp; &quot;In your dream, you tried again and again to save Penelope, and you could not.&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; There was nothing you could do--that is what the dream is trying to say.&nbsp; You are blaming yourself, but your dreams know the truth, Donnor.&nbsp; Her death is not on your hands, though you are noble to think it.&quot;But as Yanhal returns to his sweet coffee, troubled thoughts tug at his mind.&nbsp; 'Twas not fair Donnor's fault, that is for certain.&nbsp; No...the responsibility for Penelope's death lies squarely on my shoulders...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="nonamazing, post: 2891359, member: 12118"] "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]Oh, warm milk, warm milk,[/COLOR]" Yanhal laughs. "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]That's your solution to [I]everything[/I], Surefoot! Bit of indigestion? Warm milk. Spider bite? Warm milk? Arm half-torn off by a crazed orc? Warm milk. In face, I'm surprised you suggested holy water to use 'gainst the undead, and not, say, blessed warm milk.[/COLOR]" Yanhal tries to duck as Uriel throws one a muffin at him. The crumbly pastry bounces off Yanhal's head and then falls to the floor. Yanhal quickly snatches it up. "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]Well thanks, little dairy farmer! I was wondering what I'd have to do to get you to pass me one of these.[/COLOR]" He tears into the muffin and then takes yet another long swallow of coffee. "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]But to be a bit more serious for a moment...[/COLOR]" Yanhal fixes Donnor with a piercing gaze. "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]It seems clear to me that your dream is trying to teach you something. Do you see what it was?[/COLOR]" Yanhal speaks quietly and calmly to Donnor. "[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]In your dream, you tried again and again to save Penelope, and you could not. Do you understand? There was nothing you could do--that is what the dream is trying to say. You are blaming yourself, but your dreams know the truth, Donnor. Her death is not on your hands, though you are noble to think it.[/COLOR]" But as Yanhal returns to his sweet coffee, troubled thoughts tug at his mind. [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][I]'Twas not fair Donnor's fault, that is for certain. No...the responsibility for Penelope's death lies squarely on my shoulders...[/I][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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