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Message: <blockquote data-quote="happylace" data-source="post: 9026784" data-attributes="member: 7041631">''Thank you, Russet,'' Alma returns. She doesn't make eye contact. Her attention is instead drawn to the knocked over mug. Without bothering to ask if he needs help, she waves her fingers. A thin, reddish film spreads over the mess as she casts Prestidigitation once more. When Russet wipes up the film, it disappears and the ale along with it.There isn't any recognition at the name. But when he mentions caravans, there's a subtle tilt to her head. As though she's trying to recall something. There are dots here to connect. She can feel it scratching at the very back of her memories. Though it doesn't feel important enough to devote energy to right now.</blockquote>