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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1544755" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Eryic shakes his head for a moment, still somewhat in a trance from such a close encounter with one of the wind spirits.*&quot;By all means, let us make haste.&nbsp; But we might do well do make ourselves a bit less noticeable, so if our enemy sends any more wind spirits to search around they might not be able to find us,&quot; the wind witch councils.*The faen woman seems to shake herself out of a daze, and &quot;looks&quot; about at everyone else.*&quot;I'm...&nbsp; sorry.&nbsp; My name is Vaushi Kineye... where are we?&quot; she asks, seeming rather bewildered.*Urgo's rather confused mule gives a bawl, and the mojh turns to give the creature a bit of grain before it can start raising a real racket.*&quot;We're on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, that's where we are,&quot; he mutters, still a bit shaken by their strange journey.&nbsp; *Matzerath's skin flaps behind his ears are fanned out strongly, a sure sign of some kind of internal agitation as he scans the horizon.&nbsp; Arkas looks about with undisguised curiousity, perhaps hiding the same faint fear that the others are feeling.*</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1544755, member: 4441"] *Eryic shakes his head for a moment, still somewhat in a trance from such a close encounter with one of the wind spirits.* "By all means, let us make haste. But we might do well do make ourselves a bit less noticeable, so if our enemy sends any more wind spirits to search around they might not be able to find us," the wind witch councils. *The faen woman seems to shake herself out of a daze, and "looks" about at everyone else.* "I'm... sorry. My name is Vaushi Kineye... where are we?" she asks, seeming rather bewildered. *Urgo's rather confused mule gives a bawl, and the mojh turns to give the creature a bit of grain before it can start raising a [i]real[/i] racket.* "We're on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, that's where we are," he mutters, still a bit shaken by their strange journey. *Matzerath's skin flaps behind his ears are fanned out strongly, a sure sign of some kind of internal agitation as he scans the horizon. Arkas looks about with undisguised curiousity, perhaps hiding the same faint fear that the others are feeling.* [/QUOTE]

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