*Listened quietly to Chisel, then, silent, goes below deck to her cabin, still ignoring everyone. Locking the door, she stands in the center of the room and stares blankly at the wood.*

Not like this...Nothing...again. Forever.

*Seeming to come to some resolve, the young woman laid her weapons neatly across the bed. Two full purses follow. In spite of the money, she still has no cloak. Reacing into a pants pocket, she removes the other half of the gold apple, now starting to shrivel.*

I don' want...

I canno' fight like this.

*Reluctantly, the halfling forces herself to eat it, then, amidst the weaponary, she lies on the bed, eyes open, staring at a wall, waiting.*


Insanity can be a becoming accessory.


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