*the white mouse looks at those about her. Her blue eyes look a bit less shy and full of determination. She grips her healers bag more tightly and answers Damon's question about her skills in fighting...* -- Center Lake

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Subject: *the white mouse looks at those about her. Her blue eyes look a bit less shy and full of determination. She grips her healers bag more tightly and answers Damon's question about her skills in fighting...*

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Dancie
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Date Posted: 16:42:21 10/13/01 Sat
In reply to: Snaketipp the shrew 's message, "*shrew with red spikes tipped gold enters* What am I doing here? I, a shrewmaid, daughter of Laydeep of the Guosim,who would of thought I'd be traipsing along in the middle of a desert oasis with a crazed loner and a healermouse to fight a war I know nothing of? *shakes her head* all those years of avengance... have lead to what?*finally notices Damon and turns towards him, smiling grimly* "now, the reason I came..." (inside)" on 08:44:50 10/13/01 Sat

Um.... A weapon? *she rubs the back of her neck* Well... Um.... you see... um... Damon I'm a healer. Always been one. Long story. I do not know how to use a weapon of any kind. I was a slave. *she bows her head* The vermin who held me captive forced me to be there healer when there seer was killed. They didn't even let me look at a weapon. I know nothing. I am sorry... I had no way... *she turns to the bird and stares into his eyes* I am not albino, sir. Merely from the North and an old outcast mouse family....

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The mouse-hero nods, listening to the mouses story... "We can't let you go into battle with out some sort of Defense..." He looks towards Forge... "Forge, you've mastered the staff...could you train Dancie?" (NT) Damon 17:34:08 10/14/01 Sun

A staff? That sounds perfect. *looks shyly at Forge and clutches her satchel tighter to her side* (NT) -- Dancie, 17:48:47 10/14/01 Sun