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<blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6395702" data-attributes="member: 93930">Gemma puffs on her pipe a bit, consiering Tyrien's offer.&nbsp; At last, she nods.&nbsp; &quot;Aye, child.&nbsp; Whisper it in my ear.&nbsp; Secrets are a dangerous thing to have, but the day might come when we'll need them.&quot;&nbsp; Her expression doesn't change as the archeress conveys the information. &quot;Thankee.&quot;&quot;As for the sea witch, she has a hut on one of the far islands.&nbsp; I can draw ye a map to it.&nbsp; Sometimes she's there, sometimes she's out riding the waves.&nbsp; She comes around twice a year unless there's something pressing.&nbsp; Otherwise she likes her privacy.&nbsp; Now ... let's get some food in ye.&quot;The simple meal is warm and delicious, and there's a mingled sense of relief and sadness as the news spreads among the fishermen.&nbsp; Eventually, you turn in for bed.&nbsp; The linens are fresh, and the night passes peacefully.The next morning, Harry taps on the door with his cane.&nbsp; &quot;Pardon me for interrupting, but breakfast is ready.&nbsp; Afterwards, will you be wanting to see Mr. King and Mr. Cato, or will you be heading directly to the docks?&quot;<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/BH_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/fisher2_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . . Blind Harry . . . . . . Gemma Moressi . .</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Systole, post: 6395702, member: 93930"] Gemma puffs on her pipe a bit, consiering Tyrien's offer. At last, she nods. [COLOR=#ffa07a]"Aye, child. Whisper it in my ear[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffa07a]. Secrets are a dangerous thing to have, but the day might come when we'll need them." [/COLOR]Her expression doesn't change as the archeress conveys the information. [COLOR=#ffa07a] "Thankee." [/COLOR] [COLOR=#ffa07a]"As for the sea witch, she has a hut on one of the far islands. I can draw ye a map to it. Sometimes she's there, sometimes she's out riding the waves. She comes around twice a year unless there's something pressing. Otherwise she likes her privacy. Now ... let's get some food in ye."[/COLOR] The simple meal is warm and delicious, and there's a mingled sense of relief and sadness as the news spreads among the fishermen. Eventually, you turn in for bed. The linens are fresh, and the night passes peacefully. The next morning, Harry taps on the door with his cane. [COLOR=#ff8c00]"Pardon me for interrupting, but breakfast is ready. Afterwards, will you be wanting to see Mr. King and Mr. Cato, or will you be heading directly to the docks?"[/COLOR] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/BH_150.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/fisher2_150.jpg[/IMG] [B]. . . .[COLOR=#ff8c00] Blind Harry[/COLOR] . . . . .[/B][B] . [COLOR=#ffa07a]Gemma Moressi [/COLOR]. .[/B] [/QUOTE]

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