Vince's turn ~<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the rolls, or perhaps the company that emboldened her but Mari spoke of the roots she sprung from and how her life had been waiting for something bigger. Here, she became Don Quixote, the dreamer turned knight to  crusade one last time to seek a place for her restless soul.<br/><br/>Vince sat in silence as Mila spoke of a sore hurt and banishment beyond endurance. The old agonies still in her eyes and the quick haunted looks she had given to the fireplace earlier explained now. Her soul unveiled before this gathering, asking for a second chance, nay ah second birth.<br/><br/>His eyes fell naturally upon Nicci again. Vince leaned on elbows against the table as she wished the wish that lover's often do.  That hope will not fade and love be not carried away by an ill wind. Beseeching hearts of her own kind to walk with her down a path unknown and trust not in spirits or nameless demigods but in each other strengths and courage instead.<br/><br/>Vince found himself dry mouth as he felt like the eyes around the table moved to rest on him.  He took a deep breath and thought about what to tell them about himself.<br/><br/>"I'm nay sure I can duh yer justice," He said and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>His eyes reaching out to each one of them, trying to touch their soul, "Yah may nay believe me but I'm Irish. Ah middle son ah five an no more. I wondered aboot fore sum time askin meself.  Tis it? "<br/><br/>[You may not believe me but I'm Irish. A middle son of five boys. I wandered about for some time asking myself. Is this it? ]<br/><br/>"So I came 'acause I tink dere's more. I came tu join five strangers like me. An build enough love tu hold fore ah life time."<br/><br/>[So I came because I think there is more. I came to join five strangers like me. And build enough love to hold for a life time.]<br/><br/>Vince stopped talking but to him it sounded like there was more. It didn't feel like he had ended it well.<br/><br/>He opened himself more by moving his elbows further apart on the table and his palms open to them.  A crooked grin and to hid a little embarrassment he shrugged.<br/><br/>"So tis me!" and turned to Bo as if pointing the attention in that direction now.<br/><br/>