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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2680649" data-attributes="member: 22226">Aislinn draws her knees up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs.  Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks in the direction of Jon and Kaela, the clear liquid mixed with small amounts of a milky white residue mirroring the color of her dead eyes. I miss my father and mother, but I should not cry.  The goddess will protect me know.  I am in her hands.Starhl grips the greatsword with practiced ease.  The sword feels remarkably well-balanced in his strong grip and the blade incredibly keen.  Starhl can only shake his head as he wonders what tales this blade could tell.  Was it used in the last war against the Shadow?  And who was the unfortunate soul that was its last owner?  Will a similar fate befall Starhl?The cave grows quiet except for the muffled cries and sniffles of Aislinn.  In the gentle green light from Kaela's stone, Valurel and Reznik doze quietly.Morn Sigil The elfling drops to his chest and moves stealthly along the muddy cave floor.  Morn's eyes quickly become adjusted to the darkness in the cave.  Beyond a small rise in the cave floor, something stirs on the ground.  Moving closer to get a better look, Morn sees the figure is that of a man or orc laying on the ground.  Relaxed, regular breathing sounds throughout the cave; the thing on the ground is obviously asleep.</blockquote>