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Though the encounter with Rykor and the ensuing wealth of information received had left Dwin shaken afterwards, she had eventually recovered. Her mind dealt with the new facts in its own way - cherry-picking, what she thought had been important, forgetting the rest and interpreting the whole so that they fit the young Blackthorn's narrative on, how life was organized and it worked. 

"Well... a few days ago I met this girl or a boy..." here she fell silent, in a rare moment of being unable to quite articulate the encounter, because it had been extraordinary for a lack of a better word. "And she had this most wonderful scent about her - the feeling is like cannon-balling in the water, but somehow ending up belly-flopping on the surface of it. You know - the hit that takes your breath away, affects your whole body and is painful after. And then you sink - kind of like that," she rambled on.

"So - she was looking for a male, told me to send one her way, if I know such," she went on, raking for the details in her head. "And I understand that apparently you cannot go looking for kids in parsley beds on your own - there have to be two. Or something like that," she had almost reached the end of the story and felt relief. "Anyway - she asked for help and I thought - maybe you can? Name's Rykor - know her?" a sigh of relief.

It was evident that Dwin was both, naive, uninformed, had no filter or idea, what she was talking about, and that it had taken a lot of effort to narrate in a way person might understand. It was also very obvious that she did not feel entirely at ease discussing this topic.