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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2794272" data-attributes="member: 37105">Naomi nods in response to Colmarr's question, then blanches as Magyar's display of anger, hiding behind the gnome again.  Realizing that the performer's anger is not directed at her, she cautiously steps out again. Oh, uhm . . . Thank you, Magyar."  To Malachi, she says, "I should come to you when I'm not feeling well?  Why?  And, I don't think I have a family.  At least, not really.  He says he's my uncle, but I don't think that's right.  I call other people Brother, or Uncle, or Father, but I know that's just pretend.  Some of them are very nice, though.  They bring me candy, and pretty clothes, and things.  Grandfather tells me a story every week, and all I have to do is listen.  I think I'll miss Grandfather, but . . . But some of the people aren't very nice."  She gives a small shudder before going on.  "I--I'm running away.  Please don't let him take me back.  He gave Jenna such a beating when he brought her back, and," *sniff* "and...I wouldn't even be running away except that if I don't it's going to be worse than anything he could do to me, and--" Here she disolves into tears, wrapping her arms around Colmarr's body and sobbing into his chest. "Oh, please don't let him sell me to Master Lash, I'll do anything! Anything!" Her sobs choke off any further words.  She sounds as if she can barely breathe, and she begins to choke and cough again.The rest of the crew can't really hear what's going on, but they see Naomi talking to the captain, Magyar, Malachi, and Colmarr, and they can hear when she bursts into sobs.  At this time, though, the crew must focus on bringing the ship into Pier 3, for they are nearly there.  The merchant is there as well, standing on the dock and impatiently tapping his foot.  The oarsmen from the rowboat are standing with him, each one with a stout cudgel at his belt, but there's no sight of the man who was at the tiller.  A few dockhands are lined up along the pier ready to catch the lines thrown from the ship.[sblock=OOC].Gosh, Jdvn1, I don't know, how did you know that her name was going to be Naomi? You must be pyschic or something!.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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