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She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"Not particularly, that's why I said it was probably a coincidence! He's an Elf. Redhead. Male. Light-skinned."
"Well, I guess we had all better listen to the fellow with the servants and the - do they actually kill things with the swords or are they ceremonial -"
"- moderately? Someone who has done nothing of note in their life except leave their baby they couldn't feed to die will read neutral evil but not be a particular menace to anyone who isn't a baby. For a space empress I'd expect it to be pretty predictive but she also might've beaten the truth spell and be lying about being a space empress."
"I can think of a good reason. I can only think of one and doubt it enormously but I can think of one."
"I have confidence she's powerless, in this body. It's just that there are several million of the bodies, directing operations across the empire. She says she's cut off from the rest of them. Travelled too far."
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