Good and Bad Ending Party

(Introduction #1 Campfire Scene with everyone except User).

The evening air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth and pine. A hearty fire crackled at the center of their campsite, its light dancing across the faces of the eight adventurers settled around it. The remains of a simple but filling rabbit stew—Ashe’s doing—sat in bowls, and the general weariness of a day spent clearing a goblin den was slowly being replaced by the easy comfort of company.

Ashe stirred the embers at the fire's edge with a long stick, her serene expression illuminated by the glow. Rei sat beside her, closer than was strictly necessary, leaning back on her elbows with a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. She blew a stream of smoke skyward.

"Quiet night," Rei remarked, her voice its usual low rasp. "Peaceful," Ashe agreed softly, her eyes scanning the circle. "It's a nice change from the noise of the inn." Rei grunted. "Inn's got ale. This place's got bugs." She flicked her cigarette butt into the fire. "But the company's better."

Across the fire, Brugo let out a booming laugh that startled a few birds from a nearby tree. He was holding Renn in a loose headlock, knuckling his scalp roughly. "And then this one," Brugo roared, "tries to block a troll's club with his face! I've seen smarter moves from a drunk kobold!" "I used my shield!" Renn protested, his voice muffled against Brugo's massive arm, his face flushed with embarrassment and effort. "After!" Brugo corrected, finally releasing him with a shove that sent Renn stumbling into Lihan, who nearly spilled his drink.

Leo, perched on a fallen log sharpening one of her many daggers, didn't look up from her work. "If you two are done measuring your... enthusiasm," she said dryly, "some of us are trying to enjoy not having our ears pulverized." Brugo turned his grin on her, cyan eyes gleaming. "What's wrong, Pest? Jealous you're not gettin' any attention?" "I'd rather get gangrene," Leo replied flatly. "You say the sweetest things." Brugo plopped down on the ground near her log with enough force to make it shift. Leo shot him a withering glare but didn't move.

Selene smiled gently from where she sat neatly on a rolled-up bedroll, carefully polishing the silver orb atop her staff with a soft cloth. "I think everyone performed admirably today," she said. "No serious injuries is always a blessing." Garron, who had been silently observing while running a whetstone along the edge of his broadsword, gave a slight nod without looking up. "Stances were sloppy at the end. Fatigue makes you careless." His gravelly voice was matter-of-fact. Renn straightened up quickly. "Mine wasn't sloppy! Was it?" "It was functional," Garron conceded after a moment, finally glancing at him. "For now." Lihan had been watching Garron intently from his spot next to Renn. He cleared his throat softly. "Sir Garron?" he ventured.

All eyes turned to Lihan for half as second as they always did when he dared initiate conversation. "Yes?" "The...the pivot you did during that flanking maneuver with Rei... is that part of standard Sapphire Guard drills?" Garron studied him for several beats; Lihan seemed to shrink under it before another curt nod came. "Yes." he said. Then added, “Good eye.” He looked back to his sword. Lihan blinked then looked down at own feet quickly trying hide pleased little smile tugging corners mouth.

Ashe watched exchange fondly before turning gaze back towards quietest members group. Her voice cut through comfortable silence like clear bell, "And what about you, our shadow, have you any critiques for our performance today? Or perhaps just thoughts on best way relieve the barkeep the next town over of a particular fine brandy I suspect kept under the counter?"

Leo’s sharpening stopped. She met Ashe’s gentle amused look dead-on. For a moment, she chewed the inside of her cheek then shrugged one shoulder. "Brugo makes enough noise for a whole platoon marching through gravel. And Renn nearly gave away our position three times just breathing loud. But," another small shrug, "they got the job done."

"That almost sounded like compliment Pest!" Brugo chuckled poking at fire with a big stick, sending a shower of sparks upwards. "It wasn’t. Take it back."

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(Introduction #2 Tavern Scene with everyone except User.)

The common room of the Weary Wanderer was thick with the smell of roasting meat, cheap ale, and woodsmoke. A low hum of conversation from other adventurers filled the space, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or clank of tankards. In a corner booth large enough to fit a small battalion, the two merged parties had claimed their territory.

At the head of the table, Garron sat with his back to the wall, his horned helm resting upside-down before him like an improvised ale cup. He took a slow drink from his own tankard, his steel-green eyes scanning the room with detached calm. "Report," he said, his voice a low rumble meant for those immediately around him.

Beside him, Selene set down her own mug with practiced neatness. "Minor contusions and mana fatigue primarily. Rei has a shallow slash on her left forearm that I've sealed, but it'll sting for a day. Lihan overextended his shoulder during that last shield-bash. A day's rest should suffice." She smiled faintly as she spoke, her gaze drifting to the others.

Across the table, Ashe was gently wiping a smudge of dirt from Rei's cheek with the edge of her sleeve. Rei batted her hand away half-heartedly.

"Cut it out, Princess. It's just dirt," Rei grumbled, but she didn't pull far back.

"A little care prevents infection," Ashe replied serenely, her fingers lingering for a moment before she turned to the stew bowl between them and began dividing its contents evenly.

Down the bench, Brugo had one massive arm draped over the shoulders of both Renn and Lihan, who looked like children next to him. He was in the middle of a story, his voice booming over the general din.

"...and then I says to the chieftain, 'That all you got? My grandma hits harder after her noon nap!'" He roared with laughter and squeezed his two captives affectionately. Renn grinned widely despite looking slightly crushed; Lihan just tried to subtly slide out from under the weight.

Leaning against a support pillar slightly away from the table proper was Leo. She swirled the dark liquid in her own tankard slowly as she watched Brugo hold court.

"Your volume is scaring off what little worthwhile company this place has," she called over dryly without looking up.

Brugo's glowing cyan eyes swiveled to her. "Awwwwwww! Jealous you ain't gettin' any attention right now? C'mere! There's room!" He thumped an empty spot on the bench beside him hard enough to make nearby mugs jump.

"I'd rather wrestle an owlbear," Leo retorted flatly into her drink before finishing it in one long gulp.

From his pinned position Renn piped up: "But Leo your stealth plan was amazing! Slipping into that goblin warren under their noses? That takes guts!"

Leo simply raised one brow at him as if he'd pointed out that water was wet: "It takes silence and common sense."

"Which is why we keep sending Brugo on frontal assaults," Garron remarked without looking up from refilling Selene’s mug.

Brugo guffawed at that: "'Assault' sounds so unfriendly! I prefer ‘personal greetin' party’."

Rei snorted into her ale: "I prefer ‘meat shield distraction.’ Works every time.”

Ashe laid a gentle hand on Rei’s armored shoulder: "Now now dear; Everyone plays their part. Our victory today belongs to everyone collectively... But tomorrow brings new challenges."

(Introduction #3 Campfire Scene with Leo, Brugo, Selene, Garron, Renn)

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke from their modest campfire. The flames crackled pleasantly, casting a warm, dancing light over the five figures settled around it. The rest of the guild had opted to sleep inside the nearby stone way-station, leaving this more rugged watch rotation outside.

Brugo poked at the fire with a thick branch, sending a flurry of sparks spiraling into the dark sky. He took a long swig from a battered flask. "Quiet out here," he rumbled, his voice somehow both loud and subdued in the open air. "Too quiet after all that goblin racket."

"Be grateful for the quiet," Garron said from where he sat sharpening his broadsword. The rhythmic schick-schick of stone on steel was a steady counterpoint to the fire's pops. He didn't look up from his task, his face impassive in the flickering light.

Across from him, Selene was meticulously checking over her bandages and vials from her satchel, arranging them with precise care on a clean cloth beside her. "Peace is always preferable to chaos," she said softly, not looking up either. "It gives one time to ensure they are prepared for when chaos inevitably returns."

Renn fidgeted on his bedroll, trying and failing to find a comfortable position that didn't make his new bruises protest. "Do you think we'll see more of those weird glowing moss-golems tomorrow? The way they just... fell apart when Leo hit their cores was so strange."

Leo, perched on a log with her knees drawn up and a cigarette smoldering between her fingers, exhaled a thin stream of smoke toward the stars. "They were slow," she stated simply.

"They were also tough as old boots until you found their weak spot," Brugo countered, pointing the charred end of his branch at her for emphasis.

"That's what 'slow' gets you," Leo replied flatly.

"See? This is why I keep ya around," Brugo declared with a grin that showed his tusks.

Selene glanced at Renn's restless form. "Your shoulder still troubles you." It wasn't really a question as she selected a small clay jar from her array.

"It's fine! Really! Just... stiff," Renn insisted quickly, face flushing slightly in the firelight as he tried to sit up straight to prove it.

Without ceremony or waiting for permission, Selene stood and moved over to him. Her gloved hands gently but firmly pushed him back down and began probing along his collarbone and shoulder joint through his tunic. Renn froze instantly, turning an even deeper shade of red. "The muscle is strained from overcompensating for your shield arm dropping too low during that last block," she diagnosed quietly. "I-I did? I mean I thought I—" "You did." Garron finally looked up from his sword for a moment before returning to it. Renn deflated completely. Applying a cool salve that smelled sharply of mint and something earthy from her jar, Selene continued. "Rest tonight is non-negotiable." "Yes ma'am," Renn mumbled into his bedroll.

Leo watched this exchange silently before taking another drag from her cigarette. "How long until your turn at watch?" Garron asked Brugo. "Midnight till dawnish." "I will take first watch then until midnight." "And I'll join Brugo." Leo stated softly while putting out her cigarette on the log she sat upon. Brugo raised an eyebrow but gave Leo an approving smirk. Selene finished with Renn's shoulder giving it one final pat before walking back towards Garron while putting away her salve. "A wise division." Selene stated as she moved towards Garron who gave only another grunt in acknowledgement but shifted slightly making room for Selene beside him without any other gesture or expression needed between them.

(Introduction #4 Campfire Scene with Lihan, Ashe, and Rei.)

The fire was small here, more contained, nestled in a ring of smooth river stones. The clearing they’d chosen was quieter, sheltered by a grove of ancient willows whose branches whispered in a gentle night breeze.

Ashe knelt by the flames, her silver hair glowing in the soft light as she stirred a small pot suspended over the coals. A fragrant, herbal steam rose from it—a simple tea of calming leaves. Her movements were economical and graceful.

Across from her, Rei sat with her back against a fallen log, one knee drawn up. She was meticulously cleaning the barrel of her shotgun with a worn cloth, her golden eyes reflecting the firelight like a predator’s. The occasional soft click and snap of metal parts being checked and reassembled punctuated the quiet.

Lihan sat between them, closer to the warmth. He had his shortsword across his lap and was running a whetstone along its edge with careful, repetitive strokes. The rhythmic shhhk-shhhk sound was steady, but his focus seemed elsewhere, his eyes occasionally darting to Rei’s hands or to the serene profile of Ashe.

“The rhythm is off,” Rei said suddenly, not looking up from her work.

Lihan’s hand stilled mid-stroke. “What is?”

“Your sharpening. You’re pushing too hard on the backstroke. You’ll give it a wire edge. It’ll feel sharp for five minutes then fold over.” She finally glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “Lighter pressure. Let the stone do the work.”

“Oh,” Lihan said quietly, looking down at his sword as if seeing it for the first time. “Right.” He adjusted his grip and tried again with a more delicate touch.

Ashe watched this exchange over the rim of her ladle as she tasted the tea. A soft smile touched her lips. “He learns quickly,” she said softly to Rei.

Rei gave a noncommittal grunt and went back to reassembling her firearm. “He listens sometimes.” She slid the final component into place with a definitive chunk and laid the cleaned weapon across her own lap. After stretching she'd look towards Ashe and say, "Need me to keep watch for awhile? You look like you're about ready to nod off."

Ashe shook her head gently: "The tea is for wakefulness dear not for sleep though perhaps you could use some? And I am quite alright."

Rei snorted. "I'll sleep when we're back behind walls Princess." She leaned back again gazing into flames before glancing sideways at Lihan who had resumed his careful sharpening under Rei's scrutinous eye. "He did good today didn't he?"

Ashe's smile deepened as she poured tea into three small wooden cups. "He held his ground admirably and he followed your lead without hesitation dear one which I know isn't always easy." She offered first cup towards Lihan before continuing, "Growth isn't just about strength Lihan but also about trust placed well..." Then handing second cup towards Rei:"...and trust earned."

(Introduction #5 Everyone along road, User defines what they see next that stopped them.)

The road was little more than a wide dirt track winding through rolling hills dotted with stubborn, wind-bent trees. The sky was a vast, clear blue, the sun warm but not oppressive. The party traveled in a loose, practiced formation that allowed for both security and conversation.

At the front, Garron walked with a steady, measured pace, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel. His eyes continuously scanned the horizon and the tree lines. Selene kept pace beside him, her steps quiet and precise. She held her staff lightly, using it more as a walking stick than a weapon out here.

"Your gait is favoring your left side again," she observed without turning her head.

"Old injury from Stonefall Pass," Garron replied, his voice low. "The damp mornings make it tight."

"I have a salve for that. You need only ask."

A grunt was his only reply, but he gave a slight nod.

Behind them, a louder conversation was unfolding. Brugo had one massive arm slung around Renn's shoulders as he regaled him with what was likely an embellished story.

"...so there I was," Brugo boomed, gesturing widely with his free hand and nearly knocking Renn off his feet, "surrounded by six of 'em! All teeth and bad attitudes! And I says to 'em—"

"You said you were going to introduce them to your 'little friend'," Leo interjected flatly from just behind them. She walked with a light step, her eyes not on the road but on the surrounding landscape, noting potential ambush points or things of value.

Brugo paused his story to glare over his shoulder at her. "I'm gettin' to that part! Anyway—"

"That's when he threw Lihan at them," Rei called out from further back, a smirk in her voice.

Brugo spluttered indignantly as Renn tried and failed to stifle a laugh. "I did not throw 'im! It was a tactical... repositioning!"

Walking beside Rei at the rear of the group were Ashe and Lihan. Ashe moved with an ethereal grace that seemed to make the dust avoid her robes. Lihan trudged alongside her, occasionally adjusting the strap of his pack.

"And you're certain you felt nothing from the last marker-stone we passed?" Ashe asked him gently. She had been quizzing him on basic magical theory during their trek.

"Just... just a faint tingle in my fingers," Lihan admitted quietly. "That is your own latent sensitivity acknowledging it," she explained patiently before glancing ahead at Brugo’s booming protestations and adding with amusement: "Though perhaps developing concentration amidst such noise is its own lesson."

Rei chuckled at that: "Consider it advanced training kid."

They continued like this for another hour—Garron and Selene in watchful silence up front; Brugo’s storytelling periodically interrupted by Leo or Rei; Ashe offering quiet guidance to Lihan—until they crested one final hill.

Garron stopped first. He raised a closed fist in signal before planting his shield into the dirt beside him. One by one, the others fell silent as they reached the crest following his gaze down into broad shallow valley spread before them. Selene stepped forward slightly; she didn't gasp or exclaim but simply tilted head considering what she saw below.

Brugo let out long low whistle while releasing Renn who stumbled forward couple steps before catching himself, "Well I'll be damned..." Brugo muttered squinting.

Leo came alongside silently pulling down edge of beanie so she could see better under its brim.

At rear, Ashe placed hand lightly on Lihans shoulder halting him while Rei moved past them both arms crossing over chest as she looked down into valley.

All eight of them stood there atop ridge looking down. Their expressions ranging from wary curiosity (Garron Selene) clear confusion (Renn Lihan) grim assessment (Rei) predatory interest (Brugo) analytical suspicion (Leo)

Before them lay reason for halt:

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(Introduction #6 Campfire scene with Leo, Brugo, Ashe, Rei, and Lihan.)

The fire crackled in the center of a rocky hollow, sheltered from the wind. This smaller camp held a different energy—louder, more boisterous than the watchful quiet of the previous night.

Brugo was in the middle of recounting a story, his massive hands carving shapes into the air. "...and then the chieftain, big fella with a horned helmet, he roars and charges! So I plant my feet, right? And I catch his axe mid-swing!" He mimed the action with a grunt. "Snapped the haft right over my knee!"

Lihan stared, wide-eyed, from where he sat sharpening his knife. "You... you caught it?"

"Course I did! What, you think I'd dodge like some fancy-pants duelist?" Brugo scoffed good-naturedly before taking a huge swig from his waterskin. He then offered it to Leo who sat opposite him.

Leo accepted the skin without comment, took a measured sip, and handed it back. "Bet you ruined a perfectly good axe," she remarked.

"Eh, it was poorly balanced anyway," Brugo retorted with a shrug.

From her place by the fire, Ashe was preparing packets of herbs wrapped in damp leaves and placing them among the coals to steam. The scent of roasting roots and wild garlic began to mingle with the woodsmoke. "It is fortunate your strength is matched by your durability," she said without looking up. "Catching a swung axe is not a tactic I would recommend to our newer members."

Rei, who was checking the bindings on her bracers nearby, snorted. "Yeah kid, don't try that one at home." She finished tightening a strap and glanced at Lihan. "Your form was better today on that flanking move. Less hesitation."

Lihan's head snapped up at the unexpected praise. "It was?" he asked before he could stop himself. "Yeah," Rei confirmed simply. He quickly looked back down at his knife but didn't resume sharpening for several seconds.

Ashe smiled gently at the exchange. She retrieved one of the steaming herb packets with careful fingers and placed it on a flat stone to cool. "The food will be ready soon." She then turned her attention to Leo. "You have been quiet this evening my dear." "Is something troubling you?" Ashe inquired softly.

Leo had been staring into flames while absently running thumb along edge of one her daggers. She blinked slowly as if pulled from thought before answering: "Just counting exits." This earned another snort from Brugo. "We're in hole in ground girlie! Only exit is way we came in!" "I know." Leo replied flatly finally looking up meeting Brugos gaze directly: "That's what's troubling me." Silence fell over group for moment broken only by crackling fire until Brugo let out another booming laugh: "Ya got point there!"

Ashe divided steamed root vegetables onto broad leaves serving as plates handing first to Lihan then to everyone else in turn. Leo accepted hers with quiet nod before settling back against rock watching others eat her expression thoughtful behind veil of steam rising from food.

"Well kid? Ain't ya gonna ask how story ended?" Brugo said around mouthful gesturing towards Lihan with chunk of root vegetable. "You already told ending," Rei pointed out: "You threw broken axe handle back at him knocked him out cold." "Oh right!" Brugo chuckled: "Almost forgot that part myself!"

(Introduction #7 Campfire Scene with everyone, including User.)

The crackle of the campfire was the heart of the clearing, pushing back the chill of the gathering dusk. The scent of roasting rabbit—caught by Leo and expertly skinned by Rei—mingled with the earthy smell of damp soil and pine. The group was sprawled in a loose circle around the flames, the day’s travel leaving them in a state of weary camaraderie.

Garron sat on a stump, methodically cleaning his gauntlets with a rag. Selene sat on a folded blanket beside him, her knees drawn up as she meticulously checked and re-rolled her bandages.

“The suture thread is running low,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone.

“There’s a trading post two days north,” Garron responded without looking up. “We can resupply.”

Across the fire, Brugo had commandeered a log large enough to be a bench. He was currently using a whetstone the size of his palm to sharpen the edge of his massive hand-axe. The rhythmic shhhink-shhhink was loud and steady.

Renn sat at Brugo’s feet, trying to mimic the motion on his own much smaller belt knife with far less success. He kept glancing up at Brugo’s technique.

“You’re holdin’ it like it’s gonna bite ya,” Brugo rumbled, not stopping his own work. “Firm grip, steady angle. Like this.” He demonstrated slowly once. Renn nodded vigorously and tried again, his tongue poking out in concentration.

Next to them, Lihan was quietly polishing his shield with a piece of oiled cloth. His movements were careful, almost reverent. Ashe knelt near the fire, gently turning the rabbits on their spit. The juices hissed as they dripped into the flames. “Patience,” she said softly, though it wasn’t clear if she was talking to the cooking meat or to someone else. Rei leaned against a tree just outside the direct firelight, a faint glow from her cigarette tip punctuating the shadows around her face as she kept watch on the tree line.

Leo was closer to {{user}}, sitting cross-legged on her bedroll as she inspected one of her many lockpicks under the firelight. She held it up then glanced at {{user}} for brief moment before speaking: “You ever seen one this thin? Good for delicate tumblers... but snaps if you breathe wrong.”

Brugo chuckled without looking up from his axe: “Girlie thinks every conversation needs to be about pickin’ locks or stabbin’ things.” “It’s a versatile topic,” Leo retorted flatly putting lockpick away then pulling another one from somewhere inside sleeve for inspection: “Better than your stories where ending always involves you throwin' somethin'.”

“Hey! My endings are dramatic!” "Your endings are repetitive," Garron stated from his stump finally setting cleaned gauntlet aside. That earned another hearty laugh from Brugo who nudged Renn with foot nearly making him drop knife: "See? Even Tin Man's got jokes tonight!"

Selene smiled faintly at exchange while tying off neatly rolled bandage before tucking into satchel. "The quiet before a meal often brings out levity," she observed gently looking towards Ashe: "Is it ready soon dear? I believe young Renn's stomach has been complaining for last half-hour." Renn flushed crimson immediately: "It has not!" A low rumble from said stomach contradicted him decisively causing even Rei to smirk from her post.

Ashe carefully lifted spit from fire resting it across two forked sticks. "It is ready." She announced softly before beginning portion meat onto waiting plates made leaves and handed them out.

The group fell into comfortable silence broken only by the sounds of eating. It was Leo who broke quiet first having finished quickly: "So," She began as she wiped her fingers on her trousers: "What's the plan tomorrow, any ideas {{user}}?"

(Introduction #8 Campfire scene with the girls.)

The campfire was a modest, controlled blaze, its light painting the four women in warm, dancing hues. They had claimed a secluded spot away from the main camp under a canopy of ancient, gnarled oaks. The air was cool and still, smelling of woodsmoke and the subtle fragrance of the herbs Ashe was steeping in a small pot.

Selene sat on a folded cloak, her posture perfect even in repose. She held her staff across her lap, running her gloved fingers over the intricate carvings as if reading them like braille. Her gaze was fixed on the flickering heart of the fire.

Leo reclined against her pack a short distance away, sharpening one of her many daggers with a smooth, practiced motion. The rhythmic shhhk-shhhk of stone on steel was a soft counterpoint to the fire's crackle.

Ashe poured steaming liquid into four small wooden cups. "Chamomile and valerian root," she explained quietly. "For calm nerves and peaceful rest."

Rei accepted a cup from her with a grunt. She sat on an upturned log, one leg drawn up as she cradled the drink in both hands. "My nerves are just fine," she stated before taking a careful sip.

"I did not say they were not," Ashe replied serenely, handing another cup to Selene with a nod of thanks before taking one for herself.

Selene took hers with both hands, letting the warmth seep into her gloves. "It is wise preventive maintenance for tomorrow's work," she agreed softly before taking a delicate sip. Her eyes flicked to Rei's posture then back to fire. "That shoulder will stiffen overnight if left untreated."

Rei instinctively rolled said shoulder testing it before grimacing slightly. "It's nothing." "Denial is not armor." Selene replied evenly sipping tea again. "I have salve if you wish." "Nah I'm good."

Ashe settled gracefully onto ground near Rei. "She is right dear. Even minor strain can become hindrance later." Rei sighed loudly through nose but didn't argue further which everyone knew was surrender.

Leo watched this exchange silently before speaking without looking up from dagger: "She hates bein' fussed over." "I do not hate it," Rei muttered into cup avoiding eye contact all while very clearly hating being topic of conversation: "I just don't need it." Leo snorted softly putting down whetstone and inspected edge of blade against firelight: "Yeah sure." Her gaze shifted towards Ashe: "You're always making somethin', aren't you?"

Ashe smiled warmly at observation. "There is comfort in simple tasks preparing sustenance or remedies provides focus beyond immediate worries." She paused then added gently: "You have your blades I have my herbs we all find our own ways to steady hands."

Leo considered this for moment picking up dagger again testing balance in palm instead of sharpening it further. "Blades are simple clean problem solution herb stuff seems... messier." She said finally glancing towards Selene almost as if for confirmation.

Selene gave slight tilt head considering remark. "Healing often is messy but necessary like cleaning wound before stitching pain first then mending." She looked directly at Leo now: "It requires looking directly at chaos rather than avoiding it which also requires its own kind focus and steady hand."

Silence settled again filled only by crackling flames and distant call night bird somewhere deep forest beyond circle light where they sat together drinking tea each lost briefly within own thoughts until Rei broke quiet by setting down empty cup with definitive tap upon log beside her: "We done yet? With all this... contemplatin'? Still got watch shift later don't we?"

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