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

It seemed the old woman had a penchant for speaking in nostalgic retoric.  For days gone by, for what once was.  Fatima found herself thinking that for the future they would need to let go of what once was and build something new.  Something that could not be corrupted in this way.  She brought her hands in front of her, clasping them at her stomach.

She nodded solemnly. [color=6E8E67]"I will not force you to speak on anything you do not wish.  I only hope to do what is right by my people.  And I am ready to take on any challenge to ensure that their needs are met."[/color]  She was attempting to be vague enough that she did not give away their true intentions to someone who could not be trusted.  But as she spoke, the way her words sounded made her think that perhaps she was coming off as too ready for cruelty.  [color=6E8E67]"I am seeking a safe haven."[/color]  She took a deep breath, glanced at the two men who had come with her, and then looked back at the old woman.  [color=6E8E67]"I am looking to crossover."[/color]