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: : Listening intently, Kryschenn gaped openly at
: the little faerie. The Lady had appeared
: and spoken to one of them, and She had
: indicated they would be well enough off in
: their quest? That, more than anything,
: served to dispel her nagging fear about
: Dungeon Master's strange count when
: suggesting the group divide up. She
: wished fervently she could have seen the
: Mother for herself. Instead, looking to
: where Fairalin had indicated She had been,
: Kryschenn gestured a salute with a cupped
: hand and whispered to Nature and no one
: else, "Great Lady, I thank you for
: your beneficience and generosity. Go if
: you must; stay if you will. Hail, and
: fare well."
Tommy could be seen mouthing, if not similar words, obviously words with the same intent.
: "Fairalin's right, guys. However many
: people we've got, we should get going to
: the city. We're facing an 8-day
: deadline." (Deadlines were something
: she was quite comfortable with since back
: on Earth, she worked at a regional
: newspaper.) "Five of us, ten of us,
: even a thousand of us if enough people hit
: the wrong URL and get sucked into this
: place." Quickly, she glanced up,
: knowing that by the way her luck ran, now
: that it was out of her mouth, a thousand
: surprised and unusually garbed people
: would come dropping out of the sky and
: squash her. Nope...maybe her luck was
: changing in this place. "We'll
: figure out what Dungeon Master meant by
: five of us when we get there."
"Quite right," Tommy added. "We could debate like this well into the night. If Sterling weren't with them, the swamp group would probably still be here as well. Getting gamers moving is like herding cats. Besides," he added, "we can converse while walking as easily as standing."
