OOC: Whatever Kali has in his hand, let's match it to the drawing in the bag from the Minas Anor cave.
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Evening was drawing near, and still no sign of the boat with the errant youngsters. No further word had come from Angara, which in the elf's mind was a good sign. Being a creature of few words, Angara would only notify them now if something had gone wrong.
A small wind had come up, bringing with it a chilly breeze. Pio went down to the cabins to get something warmer for herself and for Child.
She picked up a thick shawl for the hobbit from her room, and then rummaged on one of her shelves for a sweater to put on. As she pulled one down, something fell with it.
'The bag! The old bag from the cave in Minas Anor! I had forgotten it was here.!
Pio ran back up the stairs to the maindeck quickly and handed Child the shawl. She held out the bag to her with her other hand.
'Look, Child! See what I've found!'
[ July 28, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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