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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.
