"A freelancer." Karigan felt odd kinship for the other woman... she had been having thoughts like those herself. "You are the first I've met." She paused. "I'm Karigan." She returned the other woman's smile slightly. "I am an errand-rider in the service of- well, I was. After the birth of my son, I let that go."
The birth of your fatherless son... idiot. The thought was almost subconscious it was put to mind so often, and Karigan was not aware she grimaced slightly.
"What brings you to the Seventh Star? People, I have found, do not come here unless they are looking for something." Or hiding from someone. Like her. She'd always been riding away from life. Away from, or to? More rhetorics. More questions. Why didn't life have any answers for her?
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"How is a man to judge what to do in such times?"
"As he ever has judged. Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear."
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