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- I was watching a lot of things. I had four soldiers trying to maintain their formation while being assailed from all sides by the bugs I controlled. I had a large number of minions I could play and experiment with. I had the points of view of a few dozen bugs and half a dozen pixies to look through. I had my brand new library and four different spiders reading three different things––a scroll containing instructions for the crafting of some kind of healing salve, a book about the terrible fate of some Velthian slave-born rebel named Tharn the Righteous who got his ass handed to him by Mostru the Bloody, and a saucy romance novel featuring a man whose job was apparently ranching slimes––while shuffling through the bestiary looking for strong or impressive monsters. Maryll was there too, reading the bestiary with me, though I strongly suspected she just wanted to look at the pretty pictures again.
- Somehow, parsing all of that information was not stopping me from finally thinking those thoughts I’d been telling myself I was too busy to think about for a few days now.
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