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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 6435833" data-attributes="member: 48394">J'hanna manages a nod at the headmaster's words, but she is unable to do more. It wasn't fair- the old man should be going home with her, and with a solution to the problems in their village. She could hardly believe he was gone- he had been a fixture since her childhood, one of the few folk in the village with true learning; he ought to be home, resting under his favorite orange tree.With a snuffling sob, she manages to wrench herself back to the present- the old man wouldn't be going home after all, and his favorite orange tree had succumbed to the blight before they even left. But she had to go back, with what aid and answers they had. Wiping her tears on the rough homespun sleeve of her tunic, she thinks for a moment.  Aedon, was it? He was one of the younger folk there, and an herbalist, like her own mother and sister. When she looks for him, though, he is already gone- no doubt to be about his own preparations. With a final glance towards the old man, finally at whatever rest he might have found, she steps out into the corridor, trying to remember which way led to her small room. Still lost in her own thoughts, she is paying very little attention to where she is walking...</blockquote>