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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1003013" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 095“Samarah”The next few days went by without incident.  The Anakore went somewhere else for their food.  They knew they were near the town of Samarah by the amounts of silt blowing in the air and the birds flying high and circling.  Samarah was a coastal town with a modest harbor.  Dry silt rested on top of the cooler damp silt.  This sat in a large area that legends once said held vast quantities of water and life.  The town consisted of about thirty buildings which were all single story buildings made from wood planks taken from destroyed Silt Skimmers and crates they once held to trade.Few came here.  Those that did were stopping to do repairs with silt skimmers or people foolish enough to venture to Bodach.  The three adventurers were foolish and willing to go to Bodach.  Each for his or her own reasons.  Mania for information about himself.  Cosa to support him and look for artifacts of magic and knowledge.  Dessantee always said he was there for fame and fortune.  Also to worship his element of desire- Silt.  Bodach sat on a peninsula surrounded by silt,The people of Samarah moved aside as the three came in.  About five mothers with buckets were at the only known water source here.  A deep well that had shallow water.  The water was dirty and often became silt covered by the wind before reaching the surface.  A girl of about13 summers came over to Cosa.  Are you from Balic?  Where are your white robes?Cosa kneeled down next to the girl.  Her hair was light brown and her eyes sparkled.  Cosa, with her freckles and red hair, stood out.  “We come from the west, not Balic.  Can you tell me child- is there a fee for getting water here?”“No.” she says but a loud sharp grunt from a mother makes it clear it is not for them.“We would pay for it” says Mania,  “We would never just take it.”A man in his possible 60’s but lithe enough to be in his 30’s (the sun is harsh here- folks age rapidly in it) comes over to them.  “I am Boven and this is my daughter- Korla.  What business do you have for here?”Cosa, the most levelheaded person of the three, steps forward.  “I am Cosa.  I come from Nibenay.  This is my husband, Mania. (he blushes at that) And this is Dessantee. We come in search of knowledge.”“We know the elf and his people.  If the knowledge you seek lies in Bodach where he goes, I would watch your backs.” He glares at the elf that takes his cowl off now.“Sir Boven, me lady Korla.  How does it go today?” answers the elf with a large scary smile.</blockquote>

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