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Hullo, ye all.
Since it's been a while since I posted, I shall take Pio's initiative and get everyone to the outskirts of Jacobe's Run village. Someone else may transport us into the inn, but I'll handle that much, if no one minds, since I have most of a post written up.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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