“Cami!” Poppy smiled warmly, while helping her prise off the lid, as she wrinkled up her nose at the smell of the snakpaks. “How are you? What’s this about an escort?"
"Ah, Maura doesn't feel it's safe," Cami shrugged. "Never mind, I think I have it sorted."
A few more minutes of fighting the lid with the crowbars, and it came flying off, the smell of the orcs' snakpaks even stronger.
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