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A story of a beautiful noble woman, in clothes of expensive weave and bedecked in jewels who came into the Sundren Comfort the last evening is being told amongst the young male nobles ( and more than a few of the older married ones ), amongst the stories told about this rare beauty was a story that she prattled about as if it was the latest gossip from a royal court.
" So my best girlfriend's seamstress, she knows people who know people you see? And she says it's certain that there isn't any reason at all to fear the black hand ( she pauses as she talks unsure if she has used the correct term never having worried much about any black hands ) In any case, she said that someone named Elric was going to trade someone named .. Omnigelis? Omingala? Oh I don't remember it doesn't matter, anyway he was going to trade this person for some sort of magic dust.. and not just any dust dust from a grave site ( her nose wrinkles at the very idea ) well in any case this dust... oh what did Emma call it... lick dust? ... oh it doesn't really matter, the point is how much can you worry about a group of people who would trade someone for some grimy old dust anyway?
It was also often told often how that the young noblewoman had been obligated to drink more than was probably her usual, as so many men had bought her glasses of wine...
" So my best girlfriend's seamstress, she knows people who know people you see? And she says it's certain that there isn't any reason at all to fear the black hand ( she pauses as she talks unsure if she has used the correct term never having worried much about any black hands ) In any case, she said that someone named Elric was going to trade someone named .. Omnigelis? Omingala? Oh I don't remember it doesn't matter, anyway he was going to trade this person for some sort of magic dust.. and not just any dust dust from a grave site ( her nose wrinkles at the very idea ) well in any case this dust... oh what did Emma call it... lick dust? ... oh it doesn't really matter, the point is how much can you worry about a group of people who would trade someone for some grimy old dust anyway?
It was also often told often how that the young noblewoman had been obligated to drink more than was probably her usual, as so many men had bought her glasses of wine...
