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She walks towards the middle of the large room, her back turned to you. You follow her, but not so close that you step on her long, trailing black cloak. You try to think of why the idea that she is the Dragonborn even came into your mind in the first place. She speaks the language. Suddenly you stop. The language of the dragons. Feim zii gron. Fade, spirit, bind. But, how do you know what that means? Clarity had never told you, in fact, she never mentioned anything about it. She notices your pause, and moves to one of the walls before turning to face you. She slowly folds her arms, seemingly amused with your confusion. You move a little closer and ask her if it was true, if she was the Dragonborn.
It was very quiet now. Only the wet dripping of water could be heard, from somewhere deep in the underground tunnels.
You eagerly await her answer, but instead she gives you slow, half-contained laughter, the kind of laughter that makes one feel as though he were a fool. As her laughing hastens, you definitely feel that way yourself. What’s worse, she tries to look at you while she does it, but can’t hold a steady gaze because it makes her laugh all the harder. With a frown, you look away. Finally she makes an effort to stop laughing, and as you look at her again, she covers her mouth and gives you a look, as if you are so cute, and so wrong.
“Can I tell you a story?” she says. You have no idea how this is related, but you nod. She then starts walking away, and motions for you to follow her.

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Clarity Beckons - Hideaway