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Grey Rain Cake
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Half-tail glares at me like the old enemies we are, but when he sees the toddler, grief clouds his features.
After a bit of waiting, he returns to tell me the rest of his bad news - their tribe is falling apart. Their magic sacred spear or whatever was stolen, leaving them unprotected from the Night Creatures. They've sent out a search party to the Essis… but it's unlikely they'll ever return.
"Ga'Rouan…" says Half-tail, "It pains me to say this. But we would owe you… a huge favor… if you could bring the spear back for us."
"Hey. Let me get this straight. You want me to head into the FAR southern swamp, alone, at night. WHILE the moon is almost full, mind you. I swear, I can't save you lot this time."
"If it had been my brother asking, you'd have said yes."
"Yeah, well, he's not here, is he."
"… Please."
"I'll think about it."
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