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[right][color=#ae9c9c][i][b]Telma's Bar → Outside the Well[/b]
Green District, Castle Town[/i][/color][/right]

[color=silver]There wasn't much for Nadijah to eavesdrop, in truth. She'd arrived just in time to hear her fellow Gerudo confirm that the strange voice she'd heard was speaking in earnest, but no one seemed willing to take her up on her offer to answer questions. Nadijah found it both infuriating and ironic; [i]she[/i] certainly had a plethora of questions. 

What manner of magic did the queen possess to be able to commune with them so? What kind of revenge was the king looking for, if it involved the death of his own people? Why was he acting [i]now[/i], of all times? What good would them going to the dying queen even [i]do[/i]?  

There was only one way to stop a madman - and that involved blood and steel, not a rendezvous with a dying woman in labour. 

But though the lack of answers frustrated her, Nadijah wasn't unopposed to the idea of forgoing idle talk and getting a move on either. The longer she spent standing around in the downpour, the stronger a pull she felt towards the well. It was as if invisible hands had wrapped around her arm, yanking and pulling and [i]beckoning[/i] her to turn on her heel. 

The sudden sound of feet on wood pulled the Gerudo from her thoughts before she could give in to the pull. In an instant, she flung herself to the bar's roof, far from the path of the exiting group. She watched them march on in the rain, straining her neck to try and peek under hoods and helmets to gain a better view. The rain made sure she didn't entirely succeed.

Face in a frown, haunted by her own inaction, the Gerudo reluctantly settled to waiting once more. She was not quite willing to join the merry little band of misfits. 

At the very least, if the well was indeed a trap, they’d be the ones falling to it - not her. Nadijah tried very hard to find solace in that fact.

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It was only after everyone else had taken the proverbial plunge into the well that Nadijah made her approach. She lowered her hood once she reached the taller Gerudo woman, hoping her heritage would make clear her intentions. 

[color=#d95a5a]"Sav'saaba,"[/color] she mumbled, but didn't wait for an answer. [color=#d95a5a]"I didn't expect to find a sister in this wretched place."[/color]

Much less one that, according to the woman's own words, [i]served the royal family.[/i] What could have possibly led to her serving the very people that sought to eradicate her kin? It was a question that burned in Nadijah's throat like the hottest desert sun, but she swallowed it down and substituted with a question nearly as pressing:[color=#d95a5a] "What is going on?"[/color] 

The words came out a tad more forceful than Nadijah had intended. She went on regardless.

[color=#d95a5a]"Why is this foreign vai asking us to meet her at her deathbed? How are we to know that this isn't some twisted trap meant to weed out those disloyal to the mad king?" [/color]

[i]Why are you trusting the queen of our enemy, [/i]Nadijah wanted to add so badly it [i]hurt[/i], but bit her tongue so as to not let it slash out.[/color]