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...Garaeth...
~Eben nodded his head in satisfaction.~ "Aye. This sounds a proper course. When shall we depart?"
...Murdock...
~She shook her head.~ "Forgive me. I am but... Concerned over our destination. I-" ~She paused, biting her lower lip.~ "I fear our horizons are not so broad as before." ~She waved a dismissing hand.~ "But do not fear Murdock. You should rest. The night grows darker as we speak." ~With no more words she turned to the desk of the room, lighting a single candle. You tried to obey her command, but could not so long as that accursed stick of wax still burned. Zahara only seemed in deep thought, with no paper or book in front of her. You wondered if she really needed light to think...~
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