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Unread 14th of April, 2004, 03:37
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Ben watched as the one-armed wizard took his two companions to a table in a more isolated part of the Library, apparently to show them something about a book he pulled out. Ben couldn't make out what he was saying, but he didnít have Aaron's talent for reading lips either...

Just then Ben's stomach grumbled. Realizing that he hadn't eaten in a while, and not feeling like eating any more trail rations if he could help it, he decided to check out what kind of food this place had. Getting up, he grabbed his shield and slung it over his back.

He picked up his blade, which had been forged for Rocky as a gift from somewhere, though Ben had never gotten around to asking. The blade was exquisitely made, seeming to hum with lethal power whenever it was picked up. Too, it had various figures of famous heroes of legends etched into its sides. Ben was awe struck with the blade, for it seemed more like a work of art than a mundane weapon, and at the same time, he despised it for it could only kill and bring death. Sheathing the blade in the loop on his belt, the sword hung at his side completely bare, held only by the strong leather loop that held it to Ben's waist.

Walking out of the library, Ben tried to remember the directions that one wizard had told him to get to the Refectory. Thinking he remembered correctly, he turned down a hall and started walking, left hand resting on the hilt of his blade so as to control the swinging of it to not harm anyone or anything.

Turning down another hall, he nearly was run over by another figure. He sidestepped it only barely, realizing it was a smaller woman of some sort. He didn't get a look at her face but he saw a good portion of her cloak as she didn't even slow down for him. Blinking a bit in confusion, Ben shrugged and headed for the door at the end of the hall.

Opening the door, he saw another woman there, with coppery-blonde hair and blue eyes like his, except more striking and with a bit of hardness tinged around them. She looked up at him with a bit of confusion on her face, apparently wondering who he was. Ben didn't recognize her, though she seemed faintly familiar. There was a moment of ackward silence as the two looked at each other, broken when Ben's stomach let out a ferocious growl. Smiling, she reached over and took an apple from the table. "Hungry?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh...yeah actually. Thank you," taking the apple from her, Ben bit into it, but found himself unable to tear his eyes from the woman in front of him. Something about her was nagging at his mind, tugging at his memories. He KNEW this woman, but where, and when, and why?

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