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Irania sits down by the millstone and opens a book, just as she did had earlier. I'll read until he shows up. She thinks to herself and flips to the page she left off at last.

Cliu walks up to the millstone and smiles to his wife

"Hello Dear" He says with a grin as he takes a seat next to her, "Has the time come yet?"

Irania puts the book down and smiles back.

"Yes." She leans over and kisses his cheek quickly. "Now is perfect."

Irania takes his and and also notice of his feelings.

"Cliu, are you alright?" She gives his hand a squeeze and watches with a warm smile. "Please share with me."

Cliu looks over to her and states,

"I am just curious of what she will be able to do. Maybe she can shed some insight on my recent inquiries. I suspect she will be very wise. Is she, dear?"

"I believe her to be. What inquiries do you speak of?" She is very curious.

While entering the inn, Cliu looks to her once more

"Possibly the future"

Irania gives his hand another gentle squeeze before coming to a room door. "Ready?"

Cliu nods and gently on the door. Inside you can hear a faint voice announce

"Come in"

Cliu slowly opens the door stopping at almost every creak. Finally the room is wide open and a hearth is near the center with a woman sitting in a chair next to it.

Ira keeps a faint smile on her face, the nervousness she feels now showing.

"Hello...Miss Yvicka...It's me...Irania. We met down at the docks..."

"I know."

"And this is my husband, Cliu." The woman turns to reveal a maze of wrinkles along her face.

Cliu nods to the Elder.

'Hello Yvicka. How are you today?"

The woman examines over the man and nods once.

"Fine, fine. Come have a seat please."

Irania does as she says, and keeps herself close to her husband still.

"Well, I guess we both have our reasons for coming here tonight. Perhaps we should proceed however you wish..." Yvicka nods.

Cliu looks over to the wrinkled lady and back to his wife.

"My wife may ask first"

Yvicka nods and looks to the young lady sitting next to Cliu.

"Go ahead then..."

"Well...I was hoping to maybe learn a bit from you before you leave...you know...If you can fit the time in..."

"Is possible." Her voice is slightly raspy and mysterious, as though she knew things no one else ever could. Irania smiles at her answer and looks to Cliu for his approval.

The bard nods to his wife and smiles.

"If you are up for it my dear, I am fine as well"

Cliu's face turns stern for a moment and he leans in to Yvicka. Pulling out a small book, he stares at her in a most serious way and asks

"Is it possible, for you to tell me...my future?"

The old lady grinned mischeviously and affirmed.

"Why yes...yes it is. What have you got there?"

The witch had looked at the small black book that was twisting in his fists. He wringed it back and forth and watched it.

"It is my works, I was hoping if you could see some signifigance"

She held out her hand and motioned him to hand the book over.

"Let me see" she spoke as she flipped through the pages "Quite a lot you have 'ere. Yes, a wide diversity too, of styles that is. Although your tone is redundant...might want to change that" she grinned once more and kept reading.

"I am not here for retorts" Cliu said sternly "or criticism".

Yvicka laughed with a hint of resentment.

"Yes, I know. It is proven through your writings. Ah!" She placed her crinkled finger on her page. "Here is something different, yes...remorse. Seems you are becoming troubled, but this is not why you are here. Your last poem..." Flips near the back fo the book close to the end, " it suggests otherwise. Come here lad...let me whisper what you desire"

The hag leans in and looks to his wife. A raspy whisper can be heard only faintly audible. Cliu leans back and strokes his chin in thought.

"I concluded that, but is there...anything I can do to hinder it?" he asked.

"Possibly, but you didn't seem so warm to me now...why should I tell you?"

Irania watches with a curious expression at first yet she listens her eyes show her obvious fear for what they could be speaking of. Knowing if Cliu wished to tell he would Irania just sits silently. What is going on? Ira bites her lip hoping her husband is not in trouble at all.

Cliu looks reassuringly to Irania.

"It is fine dear, do not waste your time with worry"

The young man went back to Yvicka and began to speak

"I am truly sorry miss. You know I am vexed on this, I beg you to help me now"

The witch scratch her chin and handed him back his book.

"There may be something, a change...yes a change. You know what you need to do though, I have read it. Without this change, you shall be doomed to the fate just laid out"

The husband looked to his wife and said,
"Anymore questions dear?"

"No, that's all..." Irania is still very worried. Doomed to what fate? She forces a smile at Cliu and then at the old witch. She slides her hands down her arms, removing any wrinkles and clears her thoat. "Thank you very much for your time, Yvicka." The woman nods.

Cliu nods as well and stands to leave.

"Come dear, I hope you had acquired what you wanted"

"Yes." She stands as well. "I'm ready to go."

"Come back tomarrow night..." She shoots a toothy grin to Irania who nods in return.