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Do you want to round up some of the patrons here, to track these murderers and find your sister? What plans would you have to propose?
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Éorlan looked up, startled at the offer. A flash of hope passed his face, then he quickly veiled it. He looked around the room, glancing hesitantly at each of the patrons. He shook his head wearily. "I am a stranger here. Would they be willing to aid me in my search? I don't doubt that these men want me dead, and won't look kindly upon any who are with me."
He sighed. "Please, don't get me wrong, I dearly wish to see my sister again, if she's even alive." Again he looked around the room, and his face softened. He looked back at Bethberry, his haggard face looking younger, but his wary eyes looking older. He laughed a little, and said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Your offer was beyond my expectations. I only expected to come here and regain my strength. If any are willing, I will not turn down help.
"As for plans..." Éorlan's face fell, and he grinned dryly. "I have none at the moment. I think I know where they were headed, but I don't know what they did once they sobered. Perhaps they really hated my father enough to kill my sister. More likely they fled with her in terror of being caught." He dug into his pack and brought out several sheets of paper, his grey eyes showing a vigour and energy not previously present. "I'll sketch out the murderers, see if anyone knows them. Then--" He stopped suddenly, as though struck, and looked at Bethberry with a shy look. "I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"
[ January 24, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]