<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the cellar, Seer-of-Ghosts smiled.  He stepped closer, reaching out to run his weathered finger along her cheek.  "You are strong," he said with a nod, "You will bear many fine children."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Y-yes," she said.  "I--I am betrothed to a merchant's son.  After this," she pointed to her stomach, "I will wed him."  She looked at the door, noticed the orc had locked it.  "When--when your youngling is born...where do I take it?"