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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 876164" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 065“Pack Heavy-  Travel Light” He couldn’t believe it.  She had a total of ten books she insisted on bringing plus a dozen scrolls.  She has magic fruits and various other odd things he couldn’t even describe.  She referred to them as Wondrous Things.  Yeah- like that helped.  She organized things into specific piles according to size, weight, use and practicality.   All he saw was a cloak, a set of nicely woven leather boot-like leggings, a set of bracers and a thin wrap she was to wear as a belt.  Also a staff.He sat there slack jawed as she placed fruit, scrolls and small items into hidden openings in the fabric of her belt.  While she went to get MORE stuff, he lifted up the fabric.  He couldn’t find anything under it.  Where did it go?“I really need to work on your magic item recognition.  I can’t believe you are who you are yet know nothing about magic or magical items.”  She smiles at him as she says this.  Mania takes no insult from it.  He is beginning to wonder about his thoughts and emotions.  Keela used love to control him, is Cosa?  No.  This is too pure.  Too good.  But she is a master con with awesome magical abilities to perplex even the most observant.He had believed her story of the magical runes until he remembered she never had turned them off when he had the nightmare.  He suspected she made them glow through a separate spell- just to make it more realistic.  She didn’t seem to mind that he figured it out.  Perhaps it was a test or at least another part of the game.  Good game.“This is a belt that functions much like the pouch you “borrowed” from me as I pretended to be unconscience.   There are dozens of small dimensional pockets hidden within the lining and folds.  Potions and fruits are on the inside row.  Then scrolls and material things I need for my arcane talents.  The outer pockets hold other small things.”“Like this dagger?”  He reaches to place into a seam.“No!”  She reaches out and stops him.  No- Sharp things can tear through the inner wall destroying the pouch.  I’m not sure if the entire belt would be undone but I would rather not find out.  The same goes for your pouch.  You may keep it…consider it a gift.”Mania looks across the room to his worldly possessions.  A large club and an empty looking pouch.  A few clothes here and there.  “You mentioned picking up some stuff for me to use.  Will it be magical also?”“Assuming no one has found the Vault, yes.”“The vault?  You have a vault?”“Before you say it- no- I’m not rich.”He looks into her eyes smiling and pleading with his eyes to say more.  She does.“I have been known to…find things on my travels.  I keep them hidden in a dry well near here.”“Find things…I’m sure.”“I’m no common thief mind you!”Taking her into his arms he brings his face close to hers-  “There is nothing common about you Cosa.  Nothing.” And they kiss.The next day, they head out to find the well.  There are signs of travelers in the area.  There is still a bit of stench of the abyss as they move from one section to another using original passageways or recently dug out ones.She slowly glides down the dark hole.  Mania tries to climbs down.  He is less than graceful and will leave tracks and a trail detectable by most trackers and searchers but that is okay.  Pursing her lips, she knows the sacrifice she must make.  She will never be able to return to this place again.  Possibly to all of Nibenay itself.  It comforts her little knowing she would do it again.In her deep thought, she doesn’t realize someone else is here.  Someone alerted by Mania’s clumsy attempt at climbing down.</blockquote>

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