Black Mage |
I can't believe we made it all the way out from Elfland without anything happening.
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Fighter |
Are you sure? I don't really remember much about how we got out here.
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Red Mage |
Come to think about it, I don't remember any of my nightmares since we left Elven lands.
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Black Mage |
Me neither. And how long have we been traveling anyway?
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Thief |
Details, details. The point is we're near Matoya's cave and that much closer to my father's cure!
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Red Mage |
How can you tell we're close to anywhere? Is it some sort of innate Elven understanding of the forest and its ways?
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Thief |
Sort of, but it's more like a hunch.
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Red Mage |
Huh. That Matoya is one crazy witch.
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Black Mage |
That's almost how I'd put it...
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Elsewhere...
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Sarda |
I have the sneaking suspicion that I don't mind making dinner after all and will therefore abstain from meddling with the fabric of existence any further.
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Elsewhen, at Chronocops Headquarters...
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Chronocop #1 |
Did you fix everything?
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Chronocop #2 |
Yeah, pretty much. I'm sure whatever I may have missed was insignificant.
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Red Mage |
C'mon Fighter!
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Fighter |
Hm, there's something in my pocket.
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Fighter pulls out from his pocket a piece of paper with Philosophy and Art of Sword-Chuckery written on it.
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Fighter |
What the--!
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Fighter |
I knew it!
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