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find one, just examine it close and copy it into yer book if ye want it. I ken
also show ye more spells if ye return, especially when ye've a little more o'
the planes in ye."
"I'd appreciate it. Thanks."
"A-fore ye go, child, ye'll need some magicks for ye to whet yer appetite..."
Mebbeth rummaged in her robe, then pulled forth three small recipes,
which she passed to me. "Ye should copy these into yer book, so they ken go
into yer attic as soon as possible..."
"Thanks, Mebbeth."
"Wait... there's more..." Mebbeth fished a tiny bundle of black cloth from
her apron and unrolled it, producing a pair of amber earrings. "These'll
protect ye on yer travels, child... I no longer wear them meself, so go ahead
an' take them."
"Thanks again..."
"All right child -- don't tarry here any longer. One such as ye has other ways
to spend one's time rather than hang around Ol' Mebbeth."
I gave her a warm smile, "Now, come on, Mebbeth, you're not old."
The corners of her lips twitched into a smile, and she blushed pale, bringing
her fingers to her lips "Pah, ye flatterer! Yer tongue is so lined with silver it'd
shame a Baatezu! Get ye hince!"
I bowed to her, "Thanks for everything, Mebbeth."
"Pah! Ye ken thank me by not playin' the addle-cove with what've learned.
The Art's damned many a fool who sought to bend it in ways the Art weren't
meant to bend. Now get along with ye!"
"Farewell, Mebbeth."
"Well well, finally a fancy-pants mage, eh? Good for you, chief. Though
honestly, I think we still need a bit more manpower. I think I feel a tooth
coming loose."
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