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Message: <blockquote data-quote="daindarkspring" data-source="post: 7381573" data-attributes="member: 6939181">Dain - Crack CreepingDain watched in the dim light as Annit headed off and began her investigation. His gaze lingered on her, admiring her lithe body and graceful steps, straying back only after she had disappeared into the darkness. Most of the others seemed intent on doing some investigations of their own, no doubt to assuage their curiosity or more likely to combat frayed nerves. This mine they were in was deadly. There was no other way around that fact. He lay back, adjusting his pack so that he could rest his head upon it. Staring upwards, at the top of the cavern, his thoughts drifted back to still pools and the smell of damp leaves. I feel her with me still. Closer, even, than ever? Essithea...are you my goddess or are you some queen of faerie that I served in my previous life?In the back of his mind he heard the sound of horse hooves pounding upon a dirt path. The smell of animal and leather followed. The glint of sun off of steel. Words too came to his mind, words of desperation, but they were vague and still beyond the reach of his memory. Memory. Was that a memory?! His heart pounded.Within a moment, his sword was half-drawn and he was standing over his pack. But there was nothing. Just Otiroth and Metea huddled together, barely bothering to hide their attraction. Jeovanna was chiseling rock with her dagger, alone with her thoughts. Carthum alone seemed to be guarding them against any would-be threats."Any sign of her?" Dain asked Carthum, going over to stand beside the crack Annit had gone into.</blockquote>

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