[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Rehabilitating Hamlet ~[/h3]
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[color=plum] “Aah-”[/color] before either herself or Brom could continue the conversation, a rather strange shout came from deeper into the village. In halting motions, she gathered a bit of the unhulled rice as she watched where the voice had come from.

[color=plum] “No, you’re.. definitely not hearing things.”[/color] She grimaced before beginning to crush the raw rice the way she’d been shown.[color=plum] “That’d be just what we need, a bunch of..”[/color] she quieted the thought before she could jinx it, shaking her head,[color=plum] “I guess some folks are just crazy.”[/color]

Speaking of crazy, that wild woman was spinning the child over her head. She took a deep, steadying breath before turning her attention to the man on the wagon,[color=plum] “don’t tell me, you’re also here to settle this strange place?”[/color] It seemed to have been the same for everyone here. Curious. Her feet went back to the work of opening up the rice.