Flora: HELP!
Trace: Eh?!
Trace: What was that? Sounds like someone’s in trouble.
Trace: A girl?
Trace: Well, I won’t know anything sitting here. I have a feeling I’ll need this, though.
Narration: In the forest…
Bandit (Ephemural): Hey, little Keidran.
Bandit (Ephemural): Looks like you’re in a lot of trouble.
Bandit (Ephemural): These are human lands…
Bandit (Ephemural): And your head’s worth quite a lot here. You’d be amazed what they’d pay for a hide like yours.
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