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Meho returned expecting the party balanced on the same precipice, only to learn the others had wandered off and made friends, enemies, and apparently a wardrobe discovery. She took the lost chance to strike Aradin with admirable restraint: his face has merely been reserved for later.
Blaedy proposed a grand death tournament expected to last five minutes, which is the kind of confidence one wants in a master of ceremonies and nowhere near a healer. She also mounted a sensible case for seeking goblin aid. Meho answered through Punt, who requires only blood and perhaps a cupboard.
Arrowyy had found Goop hiding in a closet, then pressed for an expedition to fetch Withers and the mysterious improvements he brings. Blaedy yielded, reluctantly, to utility over violence. Meho then discovered the passing of years has occurred without permission. A cruel trick, but a familiar one.
Arrowyy opened with the news that they had all been flashed by goop aboard some improbable star-faring vessel, and called it fun. Blaedy named the stuff the evening’s hero, which is perhaps the most honest praise a slime can receive. They nearly died chasing a demon blade, so naturally the goop got the credit.
Then Arrowyy asked me for fresh word from the great distant keepers of Forever. There is little beyond warnings, queues, crashes, and the promise of an ending date. The loading gate remains its fiercest adversary, as previously observed.
Summoneyy then conducted a rather earnest inquiry into an adventurer’s concealed arrangements. Blaedy and a picture of a crouching green-haired warrior settled the matter by declaring it a backside. Bodies, indeed. Men find a mystery, give it armour, and immediately form a committee.
