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(A stands contemplative over the detritus of Spondule and Navichet’s camp. A wears a bodysuit repaired with tape, banners of teal cloth, and fragments of armor)

A: Hm. (reaching down to a fragment of white-root, and looking at it with distaste) Heathenry.

A VOICE: Um-- Hail--

(A turns to look to the source of the voice)

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