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Every other time they have arrived too late. The first time, the aasimar had been murdered in his home; the blood was not yet cold, but the body was gone, so there was no question of raising him. The second time, they saw the city burning as they flew in and were unsurprised to find their target's home at the center of the firestorm. No body that time either.

The third one had already been taken prisoner by the time they arrived, and they spent six months chasing her frantically halfway across the world. The cultists didn't make it to the gate with her, but they didn't recover her alive either. 

Honestly the whole situation is pretty dispiriting and doing terrifying things to their bank accounts, and if they aren't able to rescue this one they are going to need to go back to Sothis and cast spells for pay for a while. Though if this one is in enemy hands they'll hardly have affordance to do that.

This one is being held in a village, in an ordinary-looking house, but the other houses looked ordinary too, or at least the ashes of them did, and one can't be too careful.

A second before the wall collapses, the residents of the house might notice that everything goes silent and they can no longer speak.

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"Alright, everybody down again. Sorry. Space only seats so many."

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Awwwww. Down they go.

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"Well, good news, the governor says they can come if they go to the port and subsequently get out of his way."

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"Where will they go then?"

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"That's the less good news, we have no idea. Stupid fu- sorry - civil wars are bad. Fazil's gonna message people's relatives in Andoran to see if they can make arrangements for them.

And it's suggested we accompany them all the way back to the port on foot, because there are trolls in this forest."

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"Gosh. Well, maybe we'll see a troll," she says, as though consoling herself.

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"Maybe. Sorry for the delay."

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"I don't mind so much. Except that it's muddy out. But I guess I can keep cleaning myself off."

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"It's probably good practice. Right now we should all be asleep, though, this spell's not going to last that much longer and we want to rest while we can."

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"Okay."

She snuggles Imrainai.

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Snuggle. And they can nap.

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The three of them also snuggle.

And they sleep.

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Mahdi wakes everyone up shortly before the Rope Trick runs out. It is still raining. 

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Such is life. 

And they head towards the port?

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Yep. They are all very wet and slightly grouchy. 

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That's valid.

She can't really do anything for anyone except for walk, so she'll walk.

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Clean clean clean clean clean. It's sort of completely useless but she spends about half of her time not covered in mud.

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It's probably great practice!

 

In the afternoon they run into trolls. Three of them, snarling and spitting and wielding fallen trees. 

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Oh, good. Three is just enough to be interesting.

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That's terrifying.

She'll just - stay as far back as from them as she possibly can, and drag Verita with her before she can do something profoundly stupid.

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(Woaaaah.)

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It's not a very long fight. Mahdi opens a pit of acid underneath one of them and then pelts the other two with balls of fire while Hagan shoots a ridiculous number of arrows in an unreasonably short length of time and Fazil gives everyone in the vicinity the magic ability to get out of the way faster, shoos them, and then patches up Hagan, who absolutely was crushed by a tree trunk in the midst of that but hardly seems to mind.

 

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Well that's... good, then.

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"You okay?"

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"Yeah, we're fine. Verita - "

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