PREVIEW
... lanket of silence. Streetlamps flicker. The wind whispers through empty alleys. The smell of fresh bread and coal soot hangs in the air, remnants of a long day winding down.
Inside the cramped inn room, Vuvi, Penelo, Veena, and Pip stand fully packed. Bags buckled, weapons strapped, satchels cinched with finality.
Maribelle personally checks each of their packs like a drill sergeant doing inspection. "Food. Tools. Bombs. Emergency oils. Backup oils. Emergency backup oils?"
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