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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3929019" data-attributes="member: 4441">Behind the crates is a young woman, no more than sixteen years old, kneeling on the floor, her face buried in her hands.&nbsp; A slightly battered backpack lies next to her, far better in quality than her own clothes; simple drab working gear, skirt, blouse, vest, and a kerchief covering her hair.She tilts her head up at the priest, but doesn't quite meet his eyes.&nbsp; As she sits more upright, he can see her hands, arms, and the front of her dress are smeared with dried blood.&quot;I... my name is Ray,&quot; she whispers.&nbsp; A priest?&nbsp; St. Cuthbert's priest, here?&nbsp; They never come here, not unless they have reason.&nbsp; Could he be telling the truth?&nbsp; She wasn't sure, but wasn't going to tell this man her real name, not yet.&quot;She was my sister, her name was Prel...&nbsp; Do you know who did this to her?&quot; she demands, a slightly hysterical edge to her voice.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 3929019, member: 4441"] Behind the crates is a young woman, no more than sixteen years old, kneeling on the floor, her face buried in her hands. A slightly battered backpack lies next to her, far better in quality than her own clothes; simple drab working gear, skirt, blouse, vest, and a kerchief covering her hair. She tilts her head up at the priest, but doesn't quite meet his eyes. As she sits more upright, he can see her hands, arms, and the front of her dress are smeared with dried blood. "[color=palegreen]I... my name is Ray,[/color]" she whispers. [i][color=palegreen]A priest? St. Cuthbert's priest, here? They never come here, not unless they have reason. Could he be telling the truth?[/color][/i] She wasn't sure, but wasn't going to tell this man her real name, not yet. "[color=palegreen]She was my sister, her name was Prel... Do you know who did this to her?[/color]" she demands, a slightly hysterical edge to her voice. [/QUOTE]

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