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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Digger" data-source="post: 4489373" data-attributes="member: 73964">Girth has followed along with the others with no further comment. But when he gets back to the ship he rushes to his usual spot near the bow and squats down. Drawing a small knife from his pouch he starts to scratch something on the decking - all the time muttering. "...the approaching aspect from there...to here...Yes! ...and the ascending node...No No, not like that...thaaaat way...better..." This carries on for perhaps an hour during which time he doesn't respond to anyone or anything. Eventually he rolls over onto his back and, just for a couple of minutes, lies there laughing with his arms and legs outstretched and his face to the sky. When at last he leaps to his feet he walks over to Brudd, still laughing, tears of merriment rolling down his face. "Friend Brudd, this God of yours, this Hadys, a sense of humour he has as well as, how should I put it?...essential dignity! He should meet my Lady. They would get on together well." With that he wanders back to his chosen spot, lies down, and seemingly goes straight to sleep. Near to where he sleeps is the diagram he was scratching. It seems to consist of several concentric circles with lines joining various points on the circumference. Several unidentifiable sigils are scratched at the points where the lines meet the circles.</blockquote>