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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1364456" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Arkas, Naima nods gratefully and begins to lead you through the streets.&nbsp; She sticks close to your side and glances at everything fearfully, as if expecting enemies to attack at every moment.&nbsp; Occasionally a breeze goes though the streets and she freezes in abject terror when that happens.**Eventually she takes you to the wind temple, and in there to a screening of lithe trees that seem to be screening off a small gathering.&nbsp; One is an older woman with long hair and robes, another is a wind-blown man.&nbsp; Two are mojh, one dressed very elegantly and the other in robes.&nbsp; Also is another spryte, a man wearing light armor and carrying a dagger, and a robed faen with a staff.&nbsp; They all turn to look at you.*&quot;Quelsa!&quot; Naima cries and flies into the woman's arms.&nbsp; Quelsa, you assume, cradles her like a child and speaks to her softly for several minutes.&nbsp; Finally she nods and Naima flies up again.&quot;It is fortuitous, as it seems the wind is already collecting its champions on its own.&nbsp; These here assembled seek the source of the angry wind that is plaguing this town.&nbsp; You are also one of them,&quot; Quelsa says matter-of-factly to Arkas.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1364456, member: 4441"] *Arkas, Naima nods gratefully and begins to lead you through the streets. She sticks close to your side and glances at everything fearfully, as if expecting enemies to attack at every moment. Occasionally a breeze goes though the streets and she freezes in abject terror when that happens.* *Eventually she takes you to the wind temple, and in there to a screening of lithe trees that seem to be screening off a small gathering. One is an older woman with long hair and robes, another is a wind-blown man. Two are mojh, one dressed very elegantly and the other in robes. Also is another spryte, a man wearing light armor and carrying a dagger, and a robed faen with a staff. They all turn to look at you.* "Quelsa!" Naima cries and flies into the woman's arms. Quelsa, you assume, cradles her like a child and speaks to her softly for several minutes. Finally she nods and Naima flies up again. "It is fortuitous, as it seems the wind is already collecting its champions on its own. These here assembled seek the source of the angry wind that is plaguing this town. You are also one of them," Quelsa says matter-of-factly to Arkas. [/QUOTE]

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