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<blockquote data-quote="Lobo Lurker" data-source="post: 2102277" data-attributes="member: 25172">Caine walks over to Hedwan's disembodied voice. &quot;Can I use what? The bow that used to be there? Yes, I can use that.&quot; He makes a few experimental grabs for the bow until his blunders into by accident. ...this one has a touch of djinni humor. One might think that perhaps it would be helpful to be visible when showing new things to others...He gives the bow a few experimental pulls. &quot;This is quite possibly one of the finest bows I have ever held. Thank you Hedwan.&quot; he says, looking around. Shrugging his shoulders, he slings the bow and unstrings his old one, so as not to get confused in the future.He then draws his scimitar and wand and follows Brar.Arriving at this new room, he walks a slow circuit and idley pokes his scimitar and imagined sand fiends and dust devils. After about a minute of this, &quot;...what exactly did you see friend-Brar? This room seems emptier than a dust basin at mid-day.&quot; He pauses. &quot;You don't know about religious, secret society, or noble house insignias do you? Those bodies back there sport medallions with odd symbiology on them. I couldn't recognize them though.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lobo Lurker, post: 2102277, member: 25172"] Caine walks over to Hedwan's disembodied voice. "[COLOR=Red]Can I use what? The bow that used to be there? Yes, I can use that[/COLOR]." He makes a few experimental grabs for the bow until his blunders into by accident. [COLOR=Red][i]...this one has a touch of djinni humor. One might think that perhaps it would be helpful to be visible when showing new things to others...[/i][/COLOR] He gives the bow a few experimental pulls. "[COLOR=Red]This is quite possibly one of the finest bows I have ever held. Thank you Hedwan." [/COLOR] he says, looking around. Shrugging his shoulders, he slings the bow and unstrings his old one, so as not to get confused in the future. He then draws his scimitar and wand and follows Brar. Arriving at this new room, he walks a slow circuit and idley pokes his scimitar and imagined sand fiends and dust devils. After about a minute of this, [COLOR=Red]"...what exactly did you see friend-Brar? This room seems emptier than a dust basin at mid-day[/COLOR]." He pauses. "[COLOR=Red]You don't know about religious, secret society, or noble house insignias do you? Those bodies back there sport medallions with odd symbiology on them. I couldn't recognize them though.[/COLOR]" [/QUOTE]

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