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he letter to Shakra says:
Sjaqra (they keep mangling her name) First: we have heard distressing reports of couriers gone astray. Should you see anything that might pertain to this, please report it when you can. Second: we have determined that, for a particular mission, we need someone skilled at woodlore and wildlore and stealth. The bonus will not be inconsiderable, and if you are interested, please come to Fort Blackrock. Third: the news of war is not far wrong. So you know.
Irezan Esse, Couriers gone astray...messengers gone astray...looking at Lirixa, a terrible suspicion enters her mind. A good time to be careful with one's words. She starts trying to think what to say next. Though Lirixa has not moved from the fire, Shakra hears footsteps, stumbling footsteps, outside her home. She folds the letter, and tucks it away again. Lirixa nods slowly to herself. So Fooyan walks to the hut, and knocks on the door. A tall woman in green and leather, with wide-brimmed leather hat answers the door. Her skin and hair, even her eyes, are pale, almost colorless. He says, "I am but a poor, humble monk. Is there any town nearby?" The hat stirs memories of the dream he had. "Yes, there is," she replies, stepping back so that he can enter. "The local fort, Blackrock, is also not far away. What do you need?" She closes the door after him. "I suspect I need a guide." Shakra notices that he doesn't quite speak in the local dialect--nothing as exotic as Lirixa's accent, of course, but his speech is just a bit different from hers and those around her. It seems a night for travellers. After some conversation with him (unless something intervines) Shakra turns to the woman warming herself by the fire. (Some of the attention has been on the woman the whole time.) If So Fooyan enters, he notices a thinly-clad and shivering woman sitting by the fire. In the firelight he can see that her fairness is not that of a Qenaren, though he has heard foreigners from the west have different coloring. "And you, Lirixa. What kind of help do you need? Even if I cannot provide it, I might know who could. Have you someplace to stay the night?" "Alas, no place have I," the woman says in her odd dialect. "Perhaps at the fort might be what I seek. Have much need of advice, I, and messages to carry. Easy to get lost in these woods, it is." Her eyes go to So Fooyan, measuring him. "Also lost, are you?"
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