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At the briefing no-one seemed to pay really very much attention to the small halfling woman sitting in the corner. She was dressed in old but much repaired and maintained leather trousers and apron with her white, grandmotherly, hair tied up in a bun. She spent the briefing quietly knitting, noting what was said and the questions asked by her would be companions. The only disconcerting feature are her rather red coloured eyes.
She remains quiet when meeting Nephaira, preferring to observe. Her time as a slave in the Chelxian Embassy taught her to never push herself forward, better to always remain in the background until needed.
She eyes the boat with significant trepidation. She had never learned to swim and messing about in boats was no proper activity for an elderly halfling grandmother. With a small, rather resigned sigh, she clambers aboard. Reaching the cliff she mutters to herself, Oh really now, this will never do She rummages about in her pack and produces a scroll. Speaking up for the first proper time she says, I have no intention dears of scrambling about on that cliff. Here, let us see if we can provide a more suitable route.
On reaching the top and noting the water below she produces another scroll and hands it to Jun-Mei. Could you use this on all of us please dear. Its a water breathing scroll, just in case you understand.
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