[color=D6CC88][u][b]Norman's Shop[/b][/u]

The child shook off most of the cloud that had dampened her mood when they reached the shop and the completion of their mission.  But her jaw dropped at the exchange between Norman and Nymira.  What kind of crazy hairbrained plan had that been?  "So she got captured on purpose?  And she just /let/ them take her and chain her and hurt her and beat her up like that?!"  The words popped out before Amuné could think to censor them.

Norman proceeded to explain, and it seemed that was indeed the case.  The girl frowned at his tale.  It seemed like a foolish way to find help to her.  You could set a test that didn't mean hurting yourself.  But then again, the Dimura was very strong, and maybe she didn't mind getting roughed up a bit.  Amuné had always heard that her kind were fierce and combative.  "She doesn't look much like a princess to me," the girl said at last.  "I thought they wore pretty clothes and glass shoes, and had lots of servants and lived in huge castles."  But maybe that was just Muran princesses.

When Ethan came over to consult them, Amuné chewed at her lip.  Cecil seemed distressed.  "You should vote the way you think is best, Cecil, even if it does help you.  And he threw it in maybe to convince us to help, as an added thing.  Like when you barter for stuff at market."  The girl looked down.  Cecil should agree, because he needed what was being offered.  Ethan was always willing to help people.  That was two of three, before she even cast her vote.  "Which way does she want to go?" Amuné asked finally, scratching Wyth's ear absently.  "I mean, if she's going the same way, I don't see the harm.  But I don't know how good we are at protecting."  Likely the woman would be more use protecting them than the other way around.[/color]