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Summoneyy produced a waterfront tavern scene with two red-haired women dancing atop a table, and the company immediately began planning an entire fellowship by its capacity to make dockside pirates stare into their cups.
Blaedy named her intended kin with admirable efficiency. Arrowyy, who had briefly begged Blaedy to save them, was lost almost at once to the vision of stout, bearded little strongmen posed behind every portrait. Meho contributed the grave warning that Punt must meet the standard. These are apparently the logistical concerns of a forever journey.
Summoneyy assures us they will be fine, provided everyone is sufficiently glamorous. I have seen worse foundations for an expedition. Not many, but worse.