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It took quite an effort, but she managed to stop herself from ejaculating a jubilant cry of relief. Trust your instincts; they haven't let you down much so far. Then, noticing that he was appraising with a watchful eye, she gave an embarassed laugh, her right hand raising to rub the nape of her neck.
"Then perhaps you can tell me something about someone I seek." Was it safe? Would revealing the name bring greater danger to this cousin she had never even met? Her black eyes took in the appearance of this worn traveller of a half-elf. There's nothing for it. No gain without a gamble.
"Mistral..." She coughed a little shakily, then returned his stare firmly as she continued. "Mistral Freelight. Do you know her and if so, how is she?" The air seemed to be wheezing about her over the next thirty seconds, and she gripped the hilt of her longsword for assurance.
"Please, it is a matter of..." she paused, hunting for the right words. ...not a matter of life and death; there's no need for dramatics... what could be the equivalent of importance? "... a matter of fulfilling the dying wish of a concerned person, that I know this."
Having committed herself, she now wondered if she had revealed too much. That was the curse of conversation, especially dialogues where one needed to extract information; one never knew where to stop.
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