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</div>Nash understood Faelyn's exit.  The Graves family were of a serious nature, ever since they had come to Oak Creek.  Penni had been a teenager the last time Nash had resided in the town.  The girl had matured into a striking young woman.  Nash knew her to now be in her thirties, but Penelope could easily have been mistaken for a woman in her early to mid twenties.  What could not be mistaken, by those with the ability to sense it, was the aura of mystic power that the younger woman exuded.  Penelope had grown in many ways over the years.<br/><br/>While respectful of that power, Nash was not very concerned over it.  Nash was confident in her own power.  Her many decades of learning and experiences gave her an arsenal and good judgement on how to wield it.<br/><br/>Nash motioned with an arm at the young beauty to have a seat and said to her, "Well met, young Penelope.  You look healthy.  It is good."  Then she asked, politely, "How is your family?"