Red: What the heck is wrong with Trace? He chose to side with that animal instead of me!
Maren: It’s like he has no memory of us! He’s not at all the same.
Karen: I kinda like this nicer Trace.
Red: What is that thing he’s talking to, anyway? It doesn’t look like a Keidran.
Maren: It’s not. It’s a Basitin, a different race that lives on an island, I think. It’s rare to see one around here.
Red: Grr, I bet one of them wiped his memory! Furry-eared freaks, I’ll—
Red: Oh, Karen, you know I didn’t mean… yours look good on you— Ah! Get her off of me! Ow, not there! Stop! Ack! Help, she’s biting me! Someone help! Aah!
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