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(S rides the bike over a muddy path through the pinkish grass)

S: NAVICHET! I’m back!

(N peers out of the ironclad’s engine compartment, and begins to climb out)

S: Find anything? Navi! Navichet!

(S dismounts from the bike, still bearing the helmet and pack full of swords. Navichet climbs out of the engine compartment)

S: Find anything good?

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