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Celestine peered into the gaping hole, wondering just what could have caused this... and whether that strange abberation was the cause of it.
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The late, sedate, and not so great. ~ Surreal formatting: speech in bold and darkslateblue, thoughts in italics and darkslateblue, telepathy in bold italics and indigo - character 1: Sul |
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Celestine sighs sadly - more companions lost and with Sul in his currently mostly useless state ... Celestine began to worry. The druid had no intention of flying down into that hole - while he knew an idealist might go searching for the lost companions, Celestine hadn't lived as long as he had without a healthy amount of realism. So, carrying Sul, Celestine flew swiftly away from the spot.
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