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You do your best with your limited command of the River People language. Keimia smiles for a moment and plays with her long black braid, but then she returns to her own worries.

You carefully and skeptically prod Keimia until she at last starts to describe her dreams. She describes them as dreams, too, though she seems uncertain. Keimia spoke to something, of that she's sure, but what it really offered and what it really could offer to her, she cannot or will not explain. Her gaze keeps flicking upward to the roof of the cave, to the strange gray mountain that's always floating overhead.

At last, troubled but perhaps unburdened, Keimia lapses into silence.

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