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Rags obeyed the Orphanage leader, and sat down on the bed he gestured to her. His promise to tell her something struck her as strange. Did it have anything to do with the sounds she'd heard, or the obvious despair or distress she'd seen him exhibit. As he made some tea, Rags thought more about the communication artifact. She understood the basics of its nature, and wondered if the screams on the other end were of the children who had ventured down into the Abyss. When the tea was served to her, she blew it over and over again, and even then, when she sipped it, pulled a face like it was still too hot, put the cup back down and panted with her tongue out for a minute. She decided to let the tea cool after that, listening to Chris instead. The fact that they hadn't responded but could still be heard through it could mean a few things; They could have their communication artifact in their packs, or it could be lying lost, yet near enough to pick up sounds from them. That or Chris didn't know she'd heard their voices and was trying to claim he couldn't get anything at all from them. He finished off by asking Rags for her thoughts and ideas.
 
[color=cfb105]"I found. Yesterday. Place they go down. If smell still, or foot marks, I track?"[/color]


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