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So.

There is another person here. Some punk in armor that clinks stupid-loudly.

I wriggle my foot and listen.

“Ah, we were just making an alliance to kill whatever monstrosity transported us here,” what’s-his-name says in an easy  tone. The same kind that Grimme uses when she’s about to kick butt. “Would you be willing to join?”

“Who are you?” Stranger punk says. “What is this place? And what monstrosity?”

All of these are good questions and I’ve already lost interest in the conversation.

So. Bandages. I need bandages.

And a new boot. Like, I needed that yesterday.

I take my staff and tap the ground in front of me.

Yep. Solid. Like you should reasonably expect. Ya’know, instead of constant holes in reality.

The two punks are still jawing. I show my true colors and skedaddle.

I’m a scout. and there’s a rush of air I need to investigate.

Gotta say, both punks set me off like an Apotheosis in one of Search’s church meets.

Which is a bad thing, case you punks don’t know.

Cause they, ya’know, tried to kidnap her.

I thread out my smoke when they are a good bit behind me.

Wow. This is a big room.

Stalactites drip water onto stalagmites. Plink. Plink. Plink. Like it’s trying to make music.

Probably shouldn’t blow up anything here. In case there’s a body of water in the wrong place.

(I actually have done that before. Grimme yelled at me for weeks. It was glorious. And then she told Oscar and they both yelled at me. That wasn’t glorious. I was grounded and had to stay in the CITY for WEEKS.)

Yeah. I’ll find the opening – we’ll need it if we’re to beat the Punk in charge of this … torture chamber.

Then I’ll come back and get them. Maybe.

Or they can follow my blood trail.

Whichever happens first.