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"Your failure would not be in the attempt, but the fear that keeps you from it," Adelaide says matter-of-factly, with a small wave of her hand. "Regardless, who am I to tell the great Armata De'Sange what he may or may not do?" She says the last few words almost off handedly, as if she didn't truly mean them.

Then, her knowing smile turns into something altogether completely different.

"Then, let us say you wish to pay your respects," she says. She entwines her fingers once more by wrapping her hands around her raised knee. It is a slow, deliberate movement. "How important is it to you that you do this?  The royal barrows of the Dwarven kingdom are nigh impossible to access to anyone who is not of their priestly rank.  To get to such a place would be quite a feat indeed.  One that, I believe, would carry with it quite the price of one who had the ability to go there." Her crossed leg bounces up and down slightly as she moves her high-heeled foot in a slow circle.