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The monk seemed please by her choice. Perhaps pleased at the idea of the ‘plagued one’ (as she had heard herself sometimes referred to in whispers) removing herself, and thus causing no more stress or difficulty for his fellows.
"Miyagi." Magpied Tacelyn thoughtfully. She would ask the man if he knew of the crooked doctor, but she was doubtful. The doctor was not a Kemite, and surely not the sort of person who would have ever set foot in a Monastery.
It made Tacelyn mildly uncomfortable to think of all these people.. this huge Monastery of monks, all knowing exactly who she was, and knowing about her problems, when they all remained strangers to her. It seemed creepy.
Tacelyn wondered what the monk referred to when he said odd and quirks, but she smiled it away, "Well, if he’s odd and has quirks, then we should get along splendidly, as these are qualities I share," she assured the helpful monk. "Thank you for your help."
Then she ambled off towards the proscribed Northwest corner.
As promised, the door stood alone, in a harmless looking sort of way, and after a moment’s hesitation, Tacelyn rapped upon it gently.
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