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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Winton - Olenna's Home[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima walked the old road with some sense of nostalgia.  Her own town had decaying roads such as this. She could remember a time, walking down them to see to her people and their sheep.  The scent of sea air made it a less complete picture as well as the lack of incessant "baa-ing."  She had to admit she did not miss the baa-ing.  The scent of food mixed with the sea air and Fatima found she was hungry as her stomach growled loudly.  The next thing to come to her was the creaking sound of which its source soon became apparent.

She offered her best, crooked smile to the old woman but this soon fell as she mentioned her darker jewel.  This was a secret and something like this in the hands of the enemy could be devastating.  Of course, she knew not if the woman was indeed an enemy.  It left her feeling off-balance.  After a moment's silence between them, Fatima gathered herself and smiled once more.

[color=6E8E67]"Good morning, Priestess.  I hope you are well.  You have a beautiful home."[/color]  She took a few steps forward but did not come too close.  She did not want to appear aggressive or invasive but did want to offer some semblance of respectful distance.  She opened her hands and held her arms out from her body in an encompassing gesture before curtsying to the woman.  [color=6E8E67]"My name is Fatima and this is Mikhail and Gennar.  I had hoped we might have the chance to speak regarding your old altar."[/color]