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AMETHYST

[The room is circular and surrounded by a series of ionic columns, the floor and ceiling stretching overhead fashioned out of cracked, white stone. The area beyond the columns is pitch black, and the room itself is lit only by dimly flickering candles. The candles rest on top of a stone table, which sits in the middle of the room.

And next to the candles rest four numbered boxes]

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No arguments or I swear to Oberon I'll smack you.

...When you put it like that, do you think I'll object?

[with no fuss or pain, the appendage is reattached. It was as if it wasn't removed at all.]

[oh that feels much better]

Thank goodness.

[I'm going to curl up in the corner and cough more now]

...If our last box isn't dangerous, you're getting the last hope bottle.

Fingers crossed that it won't be.

We've gotten hope two out of three times. I would say our luck's not bad.

[coughing fit]

So far.

Aside from illnesses and injuries being thrown at us.

I wonder how the rest of them are doing.

We'll see once we get out. If it's like this there might be a few people in need of medical attention.

I suppose there's no point in thinking about it.

...There isn't. But you can't help but be worried about your friends.

[i will just

wisely stay quiet]

[She threatens from a place of worry and love.]

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