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... my arms way way up.
Amaryllis, Awen and I were milling around the exit of the Exploration Guild. The journalist was long gone, and Reginald--after thanking us profusely for our time and for the cleaning--was back at work. I think he was out of whatever slump hed been in before, or at least he seemed very enthusiastic about fixing the guild up again.
We could walk around, Awen said. Ah, explore a little? We havent really tried any sylph-food, except what was at the inn.
I ...
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