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- “Man, Ulfric always makes it sound like dungeons are full of monsters at every corner,” Cirys complained. “You’re kinda empty, aren’––”
- “Cirys, do you want her to jump us? Because that’s how you get her to jump us,” Gwen admonished him.
- Cirys’ mouth shut with an audible click.
- I jumped them on the way back. They fared about as well on the second fight as they did on the first.
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- “Cyr, I swear to the fucking planet, if you open your mouth and get her to hit us again…”
- “Lesson learned,” the boy replied, kneeling at the edge of my pond with a wince at his tender ankle. I hadn’t meant to trip him up like that, but loam floor didn’t provide the most stable footing, and he’d taken an unexpected step back just before taking a faceful of spider. At his side, Horzel was washing dried blue goop off of his moccasins in the pond, while Samel took off his shirt and washed it, then used it as a wet rag to wipe his face and arms. I didn’t have to grab his ankle with an ant and drag him face-first on the sand toward the bulk of my bugs, but they didn’t have to let me do that, either.
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