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Simbel let the curious woman touch her as she examined the token. The other Elvian seemed to study it, too. She was a bit disappointed that none of them could, or perhaps would, tell her more as to what the object was, or what connection it had to her Mother. It dawned on Simbel that maybe they were as ignorant of this strange business as herself, and had come here looking for answers just as she had. The thought was equally comforting as it was frustrating; she had hoped to learn new information by coming here, risking a lot by revealing herself, but it felt good to know she was not alone in her struggle. Her eyes wandered over the assembled individuals, so different and strange to her. What winding paths could have led them here, and where would that path take her, should she choose to tread it? The Elvian, at least, seemed to recognize the symbol of her Patron. [color=6ecff6]That is the symbol of my Master[/color], she said, [color=6ecff6]It is the Old Goat.[/color] She searched her face for any signs of recognition.

[color=6ecff6]I do not care for this name, Mousey[/color], she continued, [color=6ecff6]I am Simbelmynë, servant of the Wilder-o'-the-Woods. You may adress me as such.[/color] Neither her voice nor face betrayed her feelings, but she was offended at the slur. She held the gaze of the Elvian for a moment before Sir Dorian entered the room and interrupted her. She listened to him intently, and stared at his hand as he held it out to her. Slowly, reluctantly, she extended her hand and placed the token in his. It was her only lead to finding Mother, but perhaps this sacrifice could open new paths for her. It could always be retrieved later, if need be. She did however refuse to sit. Chairs seemed odd and unnatural to her, and the few she had tried had been uncomfortable, too. Simbel could stand on her own two legs.

Dorians revelation startled her somewhat. Her Mother in league with outsiders, with... Mercenaries? Unthinkable! But she could detect no lie in Dorians words. Apparently, she had been expected. It was all a bit much, but Simbel gathered herself. [color=6ecff6]If Mother would aid you in this[/color], she said, [color=6ecff6]Then so shall I. What is this mystery you speak of?[/color]