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Chapter published 8/23/13
... that awkward moment when your healer's a shadow priest.
Amanthe
Instantly, the Liberality Confederacy charged.
Droga, warrior he is, went straight for the general. Katalyn, Fluffy, and Mariel's felhound went for the smaller dragonspawn while Ellemayne took to a ledge and began shooting them with her magical bow. Mariel seemed to be casting a vicious spell, misty shadows swirling around his hands and darkening the air, and Selriona was frozen, transfixed.
Wasting no time, I turned around to see the drakonids, and began to cast my spell. It was an extremely forbidden spell, but I cared little for the laws of the Alliance and Horde. I closed my eyes...
... and opened the drakonid's.
Instantly, my sight sharpened and distorted. I could see things like never before. But this wasn't just mind vision. This was complete and total control. I could smell the terror on Selriona, the burning of wood, the blood of night elves, and I could hear every single breath we each took. To my horror, even the Infinite's breaths echoed. Every blade of grass was sharp, every scale on the other drakonid. The spear's weight was immense, but the controlled dragonkin's muscles lifted it like it was a feather. On top of all that, my thoughts were... displaced. Normally one's thoughts are in their head; after all, that's where the brain is. But looking through the drakonid's eyes, I felt my thoughts coming from the side, from where my body was comatose in channeling. To say the experience was surreal would be putting it lightly.
The drakonid. Right. Focus.
I dropped to the ground and swung my spear in a wide arc, tripping the other. As it fell I got back up and tried to sink my spear into its chest.
It rolled to the side and lashed upwards, the tip of its weapon leaving a gash in my left leg. I didn't feel the impact, simply jerked back from the force of it. The way I saw it, there was no reason to be on the defensive with the drakonid I controlled. It was, after all, the enemy.
I thrust my spear forward, only for it to be batted out of the way by the other, bending my wrist in what was surely a painful way. I ignored it and the subsequent slash to the chest, lashing out with 'my' weapon again. It blocked it, but without waiting I stepped closer and kicked it in the knee. The drakonid buckled, and I took that opportunity to slash its throat open.
Or at least attempt to. It raised its vertically in time to block my horizontal attack, then kicked me in the stomach. My drakonid flew back, but I just stood it right back up. Judging by the strange sensations in its chest, it had a broken rib. But that didn't stop me from ordering it to keep fighting.
It was a very intense fight. I had next to no experience with weapons; the only experience I did have was with the two daggers I'd stolen from the Burning Legion during the invasion. My opponent, on the other hand, not only knew their way around a spear, but also knew their way around a drakonid body, a fact that was driven home when I got slammed in the gut by their tail. I made my drakonid roar, despite feeling no pain, and attacked it. I hardly even noticed when Ellemayne began to help by shooting it, all I was focused on was keeping this drakonid busy.
I swung up, and it caught my spear in one hand. It pushed the spear to the side, throwing me off balance, and pushed its other arm forward. There was a slick ripping noise, and I glanced down to see the Infinite's spear buried in my heart. Suddenly the world flashed brilliant white, and I was myself again, watching as a drakonid toppled back and the other one pulled its spear out from its comrade.
Before I could do anything else, Mariel finished his spell.
The remaining drakonid collapsed to his knees, panting heavily, as the cracks on his skin shimmered and blacked out repeatedly. Wheeling around, I saw the only remaining dragonspawn - the general - was being assaulted by clouds of shadows, buzzing around him like a swarm of insects. As I watched, both dragons' flesh dissolved in a sickening mass of gore, until there was nothing left but bleached bones.
After regrouping, Ellemayne looked Mariel's way. "Mariel, what in the name of Elune did you do?"
"Oh, just a little spell I like to call Atrocity. Why?" he asked, flashing a grin that would get his face smashed in at a bar.
Ellemayne tapped her bow's middle. "And what exactly does it do?"
"Well, it corrupts anyone I want it to nearby, eating away at them." I suppressed a shiver. Eating away at them. What kind of sick power is that?
"So essentially it's the same as that corrupting spell you use, but it strikes multiple foes at once?" Ellemayne asked.
"Yup!" The blood elf beamed, adjusting his red robes.
Katalyn spoke up, making us turn to her. "I don't want to interrupt your conversation, but we have a problem!"
Droga was on his back, the spikes on his armor digging into the soft earth, Katalyn over him. I looked at him, and I gasped, instantly seeing what was wrong. "His arm!" I ran over to him. "Katalyn, do you have something that heals?"
Katalyn shook her head, flashing me a Look. "No, I only have poison and venom."
I swore vigorously. Of course, the rogue wouldn't have anything useful. "Alright, I can try to heal it." I looked down at the orc. "Droga, hold still."
He huffed. "It's nothing."
"Your arm is broken and bent in the opposite direction, now hold still!" I moved my arm over his, peeling off the armor. Healing always works better if you can see what you're focused on. I laid my hand against the broken arm, ignoring the way the muscles stiffened, and focused, closing my eyes. But something was wrong. There was something... resisting. My healing magic had never been especially strong, but a broken bone should've been well within my abilities. It was almost like the Holy Light was just washing off of Droga.
I took my hand off, taking deep breaths, piecing things together. One glance at the dragonspawn general's axe, gleaming with shadows, confirms it. "It's no use. That axe had some enchantment on it. I can't heal your arm magically. You'll just need to mend."
"Step aside, Amanthe," Ellemayne said. "This is my area of expertise."
"I'm fine."
"No, you are not," she scolded him. "A broken bone is often sharp, and moving around can cause the sharp edges to puncture blood vessels, resulting in internal bleeding. Your arm has to be treated."
"Well, you're the one who's centuries old. Fine." With that permission given, Ellemayne wrenched his arm into more or less a normal position. To his credit, Droga only grunted.
"We'll need to put that in a cast, your armor will be too hard on the arm while it heals. We'll also need to find a way to remove the enchantment, so that Amanthe can mend the bone."
I nodded, seeing the logic. "We can go to the Green flight. Well, Selriona and I can't, but you four can - "
"NO!" I was taken aback by Katalyn's rebuttal. "Amanthe, have I not gone over this already? We cannot split up. You and Mariel can find a way to remove the magic, meanwhile Ellemayne can keep the injury from worsening, she's got enough survival training to do that. We'll circle around the World Tree and continue down. Remember what Chromie said: failure is NOT an option" We all nodded. I assumed Chromie was Chronormu. "Alright then. Let's move" Katalyn started leading us around the 'bowl' of the World Tree, avoiding the Guardians, but Ellemayne quickly took the lead.
"Not so fast, Katalyn, I'm the leader here, remember?"
"Like hells you are. I am of noble birth!" Wow, really Katalyn? Now that there's no Dark Titan you're just going to be like that?
"And I am over five hundred years old. I have far more experience in leading than you, ergo, I am leading." Ellemayne and Katalyn continued to bicker, Fluffy in between them. Droga and Mariel walked silently next to each other, Droga's presence shutting him up. Selriona fell to the back, padding alongside me. I glanced her way, trying to avoid her eyes.
"You'd better go into a mortal form. Just in case the Guardians of Hyjal see us," I said.
She nodded. "True." With a deep breath, she reverted to her human form. I stiffened. I didn't realize it until now, but over the years Selriona's human form had changed. This version of her was... younger. Not as pale, fewer lines around her eyes. It served as a well and true reminder that I was in the past, and that I was going to die here.
"You had better be in the middle," Droga said to her. If he was in any pain from his arm, it didn't show. "Don't want any Infinite assassins sneaking up behind you."
We shuffled about, so that Droga, Mariel, and his felhound took the rear, with Selriona and I right behind Katalyn, Ellemayne and Fluffy.
"Amanthe, please just tell me, what's going on with you?"
I jolted at the unexpected question. I couldn't let her know. Not now. Selriona didn't know at this point, I was sure of it. "Nothing! There is nothing going on with me! Selriona, just worry about yourself, alright?"
"Amanthe, you're my friend, and after all the times you worried about me, I'm repaying the favor. What is wrong?"
I grimaced. I couldn't lie, not to her face. Something vague then. I looked to her, taking care to make eye contact. "You'll find out in a few days." And that was that. She didn't press any more. We continued the trip in silence, until Ellemayne moved to a nearby tree and began to pick herbs from around it. After gathering those, she rummaged around in the bag she'd brought before pulling out a flask of water and diminutive glass vial. She combined the water and herbs in the vial, shook it well, and turned to our injured warrior.
"We should stop for now," she said. "I can make a healing mixture for the bone, but I need a fire."
Mariel stepped forward confidently. "Allow me!"
He assembled a few twigs and rocks into a fire pit, and began to channel magic. "Stand back everyone!" He shot out his hands, fire crackling around his fingertips. A river of fire leaped out and snaked through the air, and incinerated a nearby tree. "My bad!" Another incinerating stream of fire, setting the grass ablaze. Luckily, there were lines burned in the grass already, so the fire couldn't spread too much. "Butterfingers! Alright, third time's the charm!" The poor, poor squirrel. "This time, this time for sure!" This time, the intense fire bounced along the rocks of his fire pit, but enough got in to set the twigs aflame. As one, we looked from Mariel to the flames, and rested our heads in our palms.
He gave us his best innocent look. "What? It worked!"
Ellemayne smacked him across the face with her bow."You idiot! Do you want to attract the Green Fight? Furthermore, are you trying to burn down the world tree?"
"It was an innocent mistake! Honest!"
"Tell that to the animals you just killed." The kaldorei turned away from Mariel in a huff and began to heat up the contents of the vial using the magical fire. After a few minutes of rearranging the contents of the vial, and everyone else placing soil onto the flames to try and snuff them out, Ellemayne stood. "Got it. Droga, here drink this." He did so. "Alright, let's go before the guardians get here -"
"We're already here," came the tolling of a death knell.
The warlock's eye twitched. "Aw shit."
With their backs to the World Tree, placing themselves between it and us, were twenty-odd night elves, each in battle stances with razor sharp, circular glaives. One of them stood before the others, one with silver hair tied back in a ponytail instead of short-cut green, steel in her eyes. Unlike the others, she had two glaives.
I leaned over to whisper in Selriona's ear. "Get ready to use your true form. It'll make you harder to kill." She nodded in understanding.
Katalyn tried to defuse the situation. "Guardians, it was an honest mistake. Mariel here has no idea how to aim his fire spell." When she said the word 'fire' about half of the guardians, leader included, flinched. That's right, Ragnaros's siege was very brutal.
"And why, pray tell, was he using a fire spell? Furthermore, why are those two in cultist robes?" the leader asked, pointing to Selriona and I. I looked down at myself. Oops. Katalyn started to open her mouth, but the night elf would have none of it. "Do not bother, we all ready know. Attack!" All twenty night elves charged. With a flurry of twilight flame, Selriona transformed into her drake self. Mariel launched a red splinter of magic at them, one I recognized as a seed of corruption, but it froze in mid air.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "There's an Infinite among them!"
I swore. Thinking fast, I reached into my robes, searching for the tablet. I found it and pulled it out. If we could get the elves focused on the Infinite instead, the maybe we could talk them down.
"Guardians and usurpers," I read, stumbling over the words in my haste. "Fiends and controllers, reveal the faces of your minions, reveal the faces of the chosen of the shapers. Reveal the truth, reveal the falsehoods, show the cursed their wardens." Just as before, there was a surge of magic radiating outward, and suddenly ten of the Guardians fell, clutching their heads, and transformed into Infinite dragonspawn, being stared at by the real night elves.
Droga growled. "They're everywhere..."
Before anything else could happen, Selriona cracked open her maw and released a blanket of twilight flames. Unfortunately, she accidentally - maybe intentionally? - immolated more kaldorei than Infinite.
'Protect Selriona,' I thought. 'Everything else is priority two.' "Selriona!" I shouted. "Fly up!"
"Got it!" she returned, taking to the air. Mariel cast the same curse repeatedly, each time making a Guardian fall to the ground in indomitable exhaustion. Droga fought them off as best he could with one arm, Ellemayne used her bow as a melee weapon with surprising efficiency, and Katalyn hopped in between the shadows, each time appearing and attacking a dragonspawn before vanishing to continue her killing spree.
Three dragonspawn went for me. I took out my daggers, forgetting about the stone tablet. I quickly shielded myself, and began fending them off. However, I didn't see any openings. After seeing what their weapons had done to Droga, I didn't want to chance their weapons having some sort of weird shield-piercing abilities. I fought them off as best I could, parrying one strike only to deflect another, and shift some of my shield's strength to block the third's sneak attack. As it was, I could barely keep up, the whoosh of swords and axes filling my ears as they always came just a bit too close for comfort.
Suddenly, the female dragonspawn was engulfed in blue and fell down. In another instant, so was the next one.
"AH!"
My shield flickered out of existence as a massive pain flared in my right arm.
"Amanthe!" Selriona exclaimed from where she'd dive-bombed the final dragonspawn, shifting back to mortal form. "Are you alright?"
I grimaced. "Ah, yeah. I just need to heal it." I waved my left hand over the bleeding wound, but nothing happened. Nor did anything happen the second time. Without warning, Katalyn took my arm in her hands and began to look it over.
"That's pretty deep, but not dangerous, since it's narrow. There's a problem though. There's wound poison in it, she's not going to be able to heal it. Also, it's going to hurt like a bitch." On cue, the pain flared, prompting me to shriek once. Wound poison. Of course, they didn't all need fancy weapon enchantments like the generals; simple wound poison, bane of medics everywhere, could work just as well.
I bit my lip, suppressing an aggravated cry. "At this rate we'll never reach the Shrine of Aessina, much less Sulfuron Keep."
Selriona turned to the worgen. "Can't you make an anti-venom for it?"
She shook her head. "Not with venom this potent. Let me tell you, whoever the Infinite have making their poisons." She let out a low whistle. "They're something else, I'll tell you that."
The drake raised an eyebrow. "And you can tell all that just by looking at the wound."
"I can. Also by smelling it."
I grunted. Of course she would. She's a master rogue and a worgen to boot. I ground my teeth together, holding my injured arm with my left. "I'll just have to tough it out. Come on, let's go before we have the entire Green Flight on us."
The other gathered around. Mariel, sprightly Mariel, was eager to get away from the scene of the crime. "Alrighty, let's get going then. We have what, three days? It's noon now, so we'd better get marching!" He took one step and collapsed face first. His felhound vanished with a poof, leaving us staring at Mariel, who had a green handle sticking out of the back of his neck.
After a moment of being stunned, Ellemayne leaped forward. "Mariel!" She looked up; most of the night elves were unconscious, and all of the Infinite were dead. However, one Guardian had pushed herself up to no doubt throw the knife. Quick as a flash, Ellemayne had her bow, Thori'dal, up. She pulled back the string, a blunt arrow forming in place. She released it, and it slammed into the night elf's head, knocking them out.
Droga knelt next to Mariel's still body, shaking his head. I couldn't believe it. Mariel, who dropped infernal's onto demons. Mariel, who'd outsmarted the Watchers. Mariel, who'd fought against Sargeras and lived to tell the tale, twice, had been killed by a night elf. "Poor kid. Well, we don't have time to mourn him. We need to go." I nodded silently, and soon we departed from the small brush fire.
Selriona came up next to me. "What were those tablets you read?"
Crap.
Thinking quickly, I replied, "They were these magical things. I'd seen a Kingslayer use one of them to reveal a dragon hiding in human form, and I only recently got one. Looks like it came in handy, huh?"
There. Only partially a lie. The only part that wasn't true was having seen a Kingslayer use one before.
She sighed. "They did. The surprise probably slowed down the night elves. Hey, how's your arm?" I winced at that, the pain flaring.
"Fine. I'd better go over to Droga and find a way to fix his arm." Eager to get away from her and the inevitable barrage of questions, I closed in on Droga.
"Hey," I said as we made our way around the World Tree.
"Hello, Amanthe," he returned. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Yeah. Mind if I look at your arm?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, go right ahead."
"Thank you." I began to inspect the magic on his broken arm. It wasn't an anti-healing enchantment like I'd thought. It was simply anti-magic, which made dispelling it all the more difficult. It had multiple protective enchantments on it. Nothing I couldn't unravel, given time. It would be a challenge, but I'd solved the Puzzle Box, hadn't I? I just had to find the right spot to inject the dispelling energies, and the whole matrix would unravel from there. It helped that the matrix of energy surrounding Droga was light; he'd only been treated to a light touch of the magic.
Suddenly we stopped, the sun already setting. How long had I been examining Droga's arm?
"The Circle of Cinders," Ellemayne whispered. "Oh the memories. So odd, seeing it from this perspective." Circles of ringed ash were scattered throughout, where fire elementals had probably once raged, but now only their husks remained, and plants had already begun to reclaim the soil. Druids were all around in the rings of ash, helping to nurture the resilient life forms that tried to live there. Some waved their hands over the plants, any green light hidden from the distance. Others walked back and forth, giving the others tiny acorns, seeds, and other ingredients for their rituals. Ellemayne took one look at the sun, or rather, the lack thereof.
"We can probably make it to the end of the Circle," she said. "But we'll need to stop there for the night. We can't move in this dark, not with the Infinite being as well suited to shadows as they are." The others nodded. I did so as well, but my heart wasn't into it. We made our way through the ashes, carefully avoiding the druid patrols. We already had our hands full with the Infinite, we did not need the Green Dragonflight going out of their way to kill this particular twilight drake.
Droga drifted back to Selriona, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I didn't have any. I kept visualizing the anti-healing enchantment, sometimes doing some work on it, but I made little progress. Before I knew it, we'd climbed up an isolated hillside, Selriona groaning behind me. I heard her kick a rock.
"We should set up camp here." Ellemayne rolled her shoulders. "Here's the watch: We each stay up for one hour, and then wake up the next person. Order is me, Amanthe, Droga, Selriona, and Katalyn. That way we should be safe against any sneak attacks." She took off her pack, scratching behind her pet's ears as she fumbled through it for something. "But first, we need to eat. Good thing I brought provisions." Before too long, she'd taken out items from her pack and assembled three dull blue tents, and created a fire pit. She was about to start a fire in it when Selriona launched a fireball into the wood.
"Right," she said, pointing at the dragon. "Twilight drake. Fire. Got it. Anyway, here's the provisions. They taste like shit, but they'll keep you hydrated and fed." She passed out six small, round, colorless pellets, and handed them out. I eyed mine oddly as Ellemayne tried to get her pet to eat it. Finally, I took a nibble.
I gagged.
It tasted like nothing I'd ever had before. It was tasteless, foul, oily and just all around repulsive. Over the course of several excruciating minutes, I choked it down.
Ellemayne approached a tent. "Alright, good night everyone. Amanthe, I'll wake you up once it's your turn. Be careful, I'll be setting traps around camp."
I nodded. "Got it." Selriona followed after me into her tent. I laid down on my back, and instantly fell asleep.
Slap. My eyes snapped open, rapidly adjust to reveal Ellemayne in the tent with me. "Hey, your turn," she said simply before leaving for her own tent.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Good night to you too," I muttered.
Walking out, I noticed the campfire was burning low. I pulled a few more pieces of timber onto it, and held out my right hand. Slimy, cold twilight flame enveloped it, and condensed into a tiny pebble in my palm. The pebble grew larger and larger until I deemed it of sufficient size, and then unleashed the fireball. The new wood blazed bright blue for a moment before transforming to pure orange. I found a seat, and began my one hour watch.
My thoughts turned to the Infinite. Exactly what was I up against here? If the Infinite could manipulate space and time itself, open portals to any place at any moment, what hope did we possibly have? What was stopping them from assaulting us every second of the way? Even provided we lost them, they existed outside the time stream. It would take them, by my view, literally no time at all to find us anywhere we went in the world, and then come for us. And even if we won, so what? Selriona had said originally, she failed and Verthelion died. The Bronze were undoing their failure here. What was to stop the Infinite from undoing their failure once we saved Verthelion?
I didn't like that thought. "I'm here. I remember Verthelion. We save him." But if time was immutable, then what was the purpose of the Bronze? If our victory was set in stone, there was no need to worry. If ours was set in stone, then the original victory of the Infinite, and the even more original victory of Selriona without interference from either party would be impossible to challenge.
Clearly, that wasn't the case. It meant we could lose. Time could change, and everything would fall apart. Verthelion would die, Selriona soon after. Even if Deathwing was still brought low, the Old Gods would never be chained by the Twilight Blessing upon Nordrassil. Tsa'thannon would recover his strength and ravage the world. We wouldn't call Algalon, and wouldn't know how to kill him without destroying the world. Game over.
I groaned and rubbed my temples. It hurt too much to think about time. And stuff. And time. I waited out the rest of my shift, and then went to go find Droga. He awoke with barely a grunt, letting me retire to Selriona's tent, where I promptly passed out again.
Suddenly, Selriona was above me in her human form, shaking me awake. "Get up! Get up! There's an intruder!"
All vestiges of sleep left me in a moment, and I was outside in a heartbeat. Everyone else was already up, save for Ellemayne. Katalyn had a night elf at knife point. Something about her seemed strangely familiar, despite the colors of her hair and armor, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
The worgen growled. "Who are you? How did you get through the traps?" The elf tossed her hair, and remained silent. This only made Katalyn snarl. "Answer me, girl."
"The traps were difficult, but I got through them. As for who I am, all YOU need to know is that I'm one of the Kingslayers." I smirked. Oh no, whatever shall we do?
I leaned over to whisper to Droga. "What are we going to do? Should we tell her?"
Droga shook his head. "No, we should just persuade her we're not against her." We turned to her, and Droga continued speaking. "How did you find our camp? Who do you think we are?"
"Hmmph. I saw a flash of dark blue fire, I came to investigate."
Selriona blushed, but I got the impression that it was instead my flame that she'd noticed. Still, that voice was so familiar...
Katalyn's voice was dangerously calm. "And how long ago was this?"
"About two hours ago." Oh hells, it was certainly me then. "I know you're cultists. I can tell from the robes on her/" She pointed towards me. "And her." The night elf pointed towards Selriona. At that moment, with a sense of brilliant timing, Ellemayne finally woke up and walked out of her tent.
She looked at the night elf. "What's going on here?"
"I found her approaching us," Selriona said.
"Well why didn't you wake me up?"
"I tried. Believe me, I tried."
"Oh. Well, let me take a look at her" Ellemayne walked up to the girl, still restrained by Katalyn's knife, gasped, and staggered back. "Oh no. Oh no oh nononono."
"What is it? What's the problem?" Droga asked.
"I know her name."
"What is it?" the rogue asked.
"Her name... her name is Ellemayne Glaivewing."
Dead.
Silence.
"How do you know my name?" Past-Ellemayne asked. Her voice was... subtly different from Present-Ellemayne's in a way I couldn't quite place. Perhaps an injury to the throat? Titans knew Ellemayne had enough opportunities for those, given her line of work. Hells, this version of her hadn't even killed Ragnaros yet.
Our Ellemayne laughed nervously. "Well, funny story. You see-"
Past-Ellemayne took the chance to leap away from Katalyn's daggers. She sailed back a good twenty meters and, fast as I could blink, had a bow up, arrow notched. The bow looked like it was Titan-make. Present-Ellemayne pulled her own magical, orange bow out, arrow materializing.
Her past self gasped. "Thori'dal. How did you- what did you do to Rom?"
"I didn't do anything. You see, my name-"
My eyes widened. Paradox, no! "Wait, shouldn't you NOT tell her?"
"It's alright. I remember this, I tell her. You see, Ellemayne, my name is also Ellemayne Glaivewing, and I too, am one of the Kingslayers," Past-Ellemayne's jaw dropped, along with her bow, which clattered to the ground.
"W-w-WHAT?" she stuttered. "How is that - oh. The Bronze sent you back, didn't they?"
Present-Ellemayne smiled, and laid her bow to the ground. "Indeed, they did. All of us, actually. So, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, just stay out of our way, and do not tell anyone."
Past-Ellemayne shuffled a little, clearly preparing to jump away, escape, and call her guild - which Sargeras had yet to chew through like a buzzsaw - for reinforcements. "And how do you know you can trust me?"
"Because I remember that you listen to me." Ellemayne's past version crouched. Instinctively, I prepared a mind flay, but Present-Ellemayne stopped me. "No need for that. She's not going to betray us."
Past-Ellemayne looked back at her future self. "We'll see about that." Then she was gone. Selriona turned to the remaining huntress.
"Are you sure we can trust her?"
She nodded. "Of course we can, Selriona. I remember vividly. My past self won't betray us to anyone."
"She sure looked like she was going to!"
"I decide against it in the end. Alright guys, let's go back to sleep. Selriona, keep watch for another half-hour, then wake up Katalyn." Katalyn groaned slightly, clearly not happy about the concept about being woken up again shortly, but kept her mouth shut.
Save for Selriona, we filed back into our tents, and fell right back to sleep.
I'd have to be careful with my flame.
'Continues listening to Back to the Future theme music'
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