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"..That's alright. Sorry I can't help." This conversation was really not helping with Jeremy's newfound sense of uselessness in the bubble. Without the trappings of a civilised society that needed universities and theories he was just a tired old soldier with some rusty skills, more of a burden than an asset. He was content to just mope and let her leave but she asked him if he knew any magic users. Jeremy considered this. Did he? He'd seen a woman doing magical healing down in the bar but he'd heard she was pregnant and she had to be tired by now. Sending someone to her who didn't need immediate help was probably a bad move at the current time. "Uh...no, not really. Maybe you could ask around to see if anyone can do magic. But..I dunno how it works. So I can't help you there either." Jeremy It's obvious my angry adolescent days are done And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game Time may change a lot but some things may stay the same