Wínnie sat down and listened carefully to the words the warrior seemed to speak with dread and even a hint of guilt showing on his face. Upon talking about her sister, she merely looked down to her hands for a second before she stared him back into his face, emotions devoid on her stark features. The woman was definitely as hard as any rock on Gha'mos but the glint of tears could be noticed if one would look carefully.<br/><br/><b>''I'm sorry to hear all this, it saddens me that the village has burned to the ground, though I do wonder where Dal'tek is. I hope he is not on one of these ships?''</b><br/><br/>A look of hatred and clear disdain showed on the woman's face, revealing to Darion that the former chief of the Vimini had certainly taken a part in her banishment.<br/><br/><b>''As for your question, I think it would be wise to travel to Maenwor. It was the city I originally wanted to teleport too, weren't it for my stuttering mistake amidst the chaos of my bar, that I misspoken the words of the spell. Instead of the place my mind commanded, it was my heart that took the lead. I'm sorry for the inconvenience it has brought you, but you can see my surprise now about why it has brought me here''</b><br/><br/>Winnie's eyes rested upon a corner in the room, wondering if the little glint of red light was really there that she saw just a moment ago in the corners of her eyes. Not seeing anything, she continued he explanation to the warrior.<br/><br/><b>''Maenwor is one of the small oasis cities of the elven kingdom in Gha'mos. They are very wise, and I hoped to find an answer to why the kaiser wanted my help with a prophecy. I can see now, why his need was so perilous. It seems the predictions of his demise are finally coming true. Most would have thought that it would have been hopeful legends rather then truthful prophecies of the old days. The kaiser has ruled the world for almost thirty centuries now, and he has brought nothing but death and despair in his reign.''</b><br/><br/>Winnie looked back to her hands now, stripping of the burned gloves from her fingers that still remained on her elbows, grinning a smile in pains as the charred fabric brushed over her blistering wounds.<br/><br/><b>''We need to find the old tome that holds the first written words of the first prophecy of october the second. I've never read the words, nor have cared to glance over them, but I do know they exist. We need to know what the words say if we want to help this girl you speak off, Verita was her name? Or we choose to hide and save our skins, because, frankly, war is coming. And I wonder if we are ready to face an enemy that has scattered and divided its people in all these years, and has trained and prepared himself for a day he has never forgotten that would come.''<br/>
</b><br/>Wíneton suddenly looked like she remembered another detail, lifting her finger up in the air and smiling with a devious grin at her conversational partner.<br/><br/><b>''You do know that you will find death by the hands of a demon, if this prophecy is true right? <br/>
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<i>The side of light is now awaken,<br/>
Holy rollers march to his Hell with a white light baken,<br/>
They foolishly believe they are stronger than death,<br/>
But for their freedom Demons will steal their last breath</i><br/>
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But then again, there are many ways to interpret the same words with different opinions...''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>