Flora: Hi, Keith, how’s Natani?
Keith: Oh, hi, Flora. He’s fine, just resting.
Flora: That’s good.
Flora: I’m going to give Eric a piece of my mi—
Flora: …that’s strange…
Keith: S-something wrong, Flora?
Flora: Uh, no, no… nothing wrong.
Flora: (thoughts) I thought I smelled… no, I must be imagining things…
Mike: Ugh, this storm isn’t letting up.
Mike: Thank the gods for breaks.
Mike: (thoughts) Ye gods! It’s that Basitin again!
Keith: (thoughts) What now…?
Mike: Wait… that scent on you… a wolf in…
Mike: Aaaah! W-what have you done to that poor guy now?!
Keith: Wait, stop, I didn’t… oh, great.
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