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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GuyBoy" data-source="post: 8338885" data-attributes="member: 7031143">Teerka squatted by the gurgling spring as it emerged from the gap in the rocky hillside, dipping her left hand into its coolness to cup her first drink in over a day. It was cold, sweet. Water like this was rare in this area. It was rare anywhere. She pushed back a loose braid of dark hair, set with beads of coloured coral, and drunk again. And again. Then she filled her water skin. She looked at the slowly healing claw marks on her right leg. They did not appear to be infected but you never knew with bantaur claws, so she washed them in the clear water. She had a little dried sarga petals in her pouch but she wanted to save this in case a wound truly got infected. Shielding her eyes against the sun’s glare, Teerka surveyed her surroundings. Barren rocky hillside mostly, but a ribbon of green followed the rill as it flowed down from the spring to what appeared to be a small cave mouth in a low ridge, or barrow, about five or so minutes walk away. By the cave mouth stood two ruined beehive shapes. They resembled the mud-brick huts she had seen in southern Il’sha-ah, when she had travelled there in Xrione’s company, but here they were made of local stone, grey-green in hue. Needing to find food, shelter and, although she hated to admit it, perhaps human company, Teerka shouldered her obsidian-tipped spear and followed the stream towards the crumbling huts. Hope this encourages the work you are doing.</blockquote>

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