[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]

Rearden frowned at the back of Aurora's head. [color=3c9b01]"Whoever she is"[/color]--she spoke in a low voice, hopefully audible only to the room--[color=3c9b01]"it sounds like she's stuck here as much as we are. Moreso, really."[/color] She poked at the chest's big iron padlock with the butt of her staff, then shrugged. [color=3c9b01]"I'd say that's pretty good reason to give her a chance."[/color] Despite her words, she didn't move to interfere; instead, she turned to examine the clay pots.