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You can see the other teams, but there is an invisible barrier preventing you from hearing them. You can assume that they can't hear you, either. There is a hefty serving of sweet wine and liquor (and tea, for you), should you choose it. With a loaf of bread that you can slice. Nimue is in the center of the formation of teams, and when she speaks, you can hear her loud and clear.

"Storytelling has been a tradition of the knights of Camelot for some time. They would tell of the awesome feats of their king, and of their fellow knights... and... they were also prone to exaggeration in some cases."

There appears a small set of cards next to the liquor. You can read them, or you can implicitly understand them if you can't read.

"What feats have the heroes of Aather accomplished, I wonder? And what... exaggerations they may take? Before you, you will find prompts for your tales. You will write one for yourselves, for a set of knights, and for another team. I will select the most inspiring, as will your peers."

She tilts her head. "Ah, perhaps it is bad to encourage grandstanding..."

But before you can ask her, she vanishes.

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It was a pleasant night in Kunzite... Everyone was bundled cozily in the basement, playing games by candlelight late into the evening. All at once, though, there came an urgent knocking at the door, and the most dignified and charming Miss Elizabeth Tankbooties went running around in excitement. Curious to know who needed their attention and had gotten Miss Lizzie so excited, everyone went to the door, where they were greeted by their surprise visitor-- a lady whose reason for knocking was that she just so thirsty, and wanted company over a warm drink. And so Kunzite rushed to help her-- after all, they had all the tea in Aather to share, and the highest quality as well. They couldn't turn away a stranger in need of tea. So they quickly brewed up the finest of their selection, and gathered around the table with the woman to drink their tea. "It's lucky that you picked us to come to," they said, "since we were awake already, playing games."

The lady was surprised and pleased, for she loved to play games as well. She asked, politely, if she could play as well, and suggested a new game when Kunzite enthusiastically agreed. "Why don't we tell stories?" she said. And so they all passed hours more, telling stories and drinking tea. When they were all too tired from the fun to continue, the lady said she had to leave, and Kunzite told her that she could come back anytime, as long as she left them her name. The lady agreed, and told them: "It's Nimue," she said. And so, having each made a great bond, for many days and nights after that, they met again for tea and company.

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