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(They move past a group of three of the people dressed in bright white rages, who sit in the dirt miserably.)

SPONDULE: What’re they?

NAVICHET: Bleach followers. Never seen ’em so far south.

(One of the followers silently opens their mouth wide)

SPONDULE: Hm. Gross.

(They proceed down a ramp and come alongside a small structure dominated by an enormous cooking pot. Fires are visible underneath the pot. A figure K wearing a pot on his head and holding a ladle steps towards them)

K: O-- Travelers! Dear travelers!

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