Rebekah Graham<br/><hr/><br/><em>Cat's out of the bag now.</em><br/><br/>"Yes, I experienced it as well," Bekah replied to Czar's query.  "Not from ten years ago, more recent.  The Iceland dig where I found the metal plate that earned me ARCTICA's attention.  There were differences from what actually happened, in particular the woman who spoke to me - she hadn't been there and I don't know her.  She had on a black robe and a cowl, and a sort of sing-song way of speaking."<br/><br/>She paused, picturing the scene again in her mind, overlaying the current time and place.<br/><br/>"Her accent wasn't strong and it was familiar-sounding.  I can't quite place it, which is annoying, but I think it was Mediterranean or Arabic.  She said<em>'they sent their portents.  Three Portents for the three they were granted, so long ago'</em>, and she gestured at the plate under the ice."