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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.
"No, I -" He holds out his hand and closes it on nothing and looks confused. "- maybe? Why can't I make stuff?"
"I dunno, lemme check." He tugs on a strand of his hair. "- no, I wouldn't say I strictly need anything."
"I can, if you like. I wish I knew who Iverindo was. It's a normal enough name but I'm not acquainted with him."
"It's not really promising if he goes around holding a stranger's soul. Before Ulmo moved to Endorë people would carry around their loved ones' chips but not a stranger's."
"I'm sure. Well. I suppose if I want to know the details I should go and ask. Anything in particular you'd like me to cover, since you can't go yourself -?"
"Guesses on who might've brought us here and what they might want. What the local one is like." Shrug. "Why he's evil, I guess?"
"I'm Mirelótë Ambela. The pharaoh of this country has security measures that won't let him talk to you directly but he can see and hear us. Do you know anything about how you came to be here?"
"I'm an Elf. Like you I was transported here unexpectedly and landed near the pharaoh. There seems to be such a thing as different Ardas with similar premises but different details; another such visitor came to us from one that is different from mine."
"Well, they do chip backups, like Mandos, without being Mandos. Lot of chips were destroyed. So was Mandos. I was putting people back."
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