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Giggling Meadow
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Aaaaaaaugh fuckit. They're gonna steal my shit if I don't....
Fuck it all.
I clamber out of the orb, noting a slight lightheadedness, and look at the arrangement of people.
A tall woman, with blonde hair. Her arms are fairled well-muscled. And... wings?
A short young man, only slightly taller than me, in robes and carrying a book - his face is obscured by a hood, though his glasses shine from beneath.
And lastly, another tall womanly figure, like a hewn golem with moss clothing - though not much of it - and grass hair.
None of them gawk at me. It's... slightly unnerving.
"Awright, I pissed off the local druids, they stripped me down, and hid my shit in these orbs. I think."
THey introduce themselves - Marcus, the 'mage', though his face should be glowin' were he a Worker, Samantha the warrior (she winces at the title, oddly), and Mosslo, the mage's familiar.
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