Flora: Ow, my head… Who’s yelling?
Flora: Wha.. how did I get in a tent? I don’t remember anything from last night. Oh, that noise… Trace is screaming in his sleep again.
Flora: …I’m worried about him…
Sythe: Psst! Flora!
Flora: What? Sythe? Why are you here?
Flora: Don’t you know there’s a Basitin nearby?
Sythe: Flora, I need to speak with you alone. Come with me.
Flora: Uh, okay…
Flora: Alright, this is far enough. What is it?
Sythe: Flora, we must kill Trace, now!
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