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Owen nods to Trevor Done and done Sir Trevor. Several of the bedridden were being seen to at the temple. I went over there first thing after seeing to Quicksilver and talking to Laurel. Shana is happy you all made it back safely and looking forward to seeing everyone when they have time. Owen looks at Trevor with an obvious new respect. No longer as the guy who was always one of the big kids a few years older than he. He seems a little in awe of all of you, but especially Trevor and his Uncle perhaps because he knows them better than the others, and he has always seen Harn as a big tough guy.

Owen grins at AAremeth as he carries a tray of small empty bottles up the porch. Hey unc, Glad to see you back. Everything went ok, I stayed at the shop mostly came over and ate supper with Laurel a couple times. Most people were staying home trying to make sure the sickness didn't spread. You were asleep when I came over earlier. I got quicksilver unloaded; I just set all the gear in a pile behind the counter I wasn't sure if you might have something you didn't want mess withed. I took him down to the stable boy he practically skipped into his stall. I don't think I have ever seen him that happy to be going to the stable. I gave um a good brush down and fed him then came over to help Laurel. He shakes AAremeth's hand as he goes inside.

Well I'm sure if you are looking to help find out if there is anything you can do. These folks would be happy to let you pass. It's not quite the same as cutting in line is it? Owen says brightly, using all his boyish charm on Mrs. Popiyun. She looks at her sick children, and quietly nods. fearing her voice may give way to sobs if she speaks.

Owen opens the door. Hey Harn, Trevor. How are you both today? Are yall feeling ill, you both look ok. Owen is a about a year younger then you Trevor he has often tagged along with you guys when he has had the opportunity. My uncle just went over to Laurels he is going to see if there is anything to be done about the sickness.

AAremeth:
You hear Owen bellowing, Hey Unc! Mom is sick, so is aunt Gertie, Uncle Elric, and a half dozen of the little ones! Do ya think Miss Laurel has found a cure yet? Or if she knows what it is yet I took that salve out to the folks, and its turning into a regular sick house out there. Owen strips off his muddy boots and pants, and dashes to his room for a fresh pair of leggings. A moment later the lanky sixteen year old ambles into the shop proper. Boy it's really coming down out there it looks worse then yesterday. Gramps said if it don't let up those on the riverfront might be in trouble. Grammy Rita said that we didn't have to worry bout that yet though. She Said she seen much worse back when she was a youngen.