Three days later, south of Lanneis.
A lonely form dragging a strange sled crested a hill of desolate gray earth. A forest of black stumps lined her right, sometimes cut by ruined towers and small stone mounds that looked like broken teeth on rotted gums. The land fell into a ravine on her left with more desolate tundras afterward, extending ad infinitum. It was cold, dry, and dusty.
“I’m going to sneeze.”
“AAAAH PSHAA!!!!”
“I sneezed.”
//Yes, Your Grace.
//The airborne particles here represent a hazard to public health.
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“Your mama represents a hazard to public health.”
//We can take a break, if you are in distress.
“Am I in distress?”
Current status:
Exhaustion
Malnourishment
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Mana poisoning (serious)
Soul trauma (serious)