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"That shami…" Nerida muttered, tapping the side of her head with one finger. "I don't think she's all there."
Rhylen shot her a look from the corner of his eye. "It's shaman."
Nerida turned slowly to glare at him. "You understood me just fine."
"I am tempted to agree with Nerida." Wanda said. "I mean she gave you a stick, and said it was the staff of Bravenhort."
Kalith shook his head.
"But how do you explain all the things she knew," he argued. "Our names, who we were and even about the sorcerer. I must admit the stick part is a bit strange but I think we shouldn't just dismiss everything she said."
"Good point," Rhylen said. "I mean she knew things that she shouldn't have known."
Lara turned to Kalith. "Brother, how does the staff look like."
Kalith picked a paper from the table
He sketched a long staff, straight and smooth, then added faint markings along its length. Near the top, he drew a hollow space.
