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    “So you accompany the men you hire?”

She’s sitting on the ground, her back against a wall. Amani wraps the stump of her left arm in fresh bandages, sparing only a momentary glance to the man paying her salary.

‘wow dude lagswitched me to land that shot reported’

      well, this was a right bastard of a situation -- there were some trials that just didn’t go the way the survivors wanted, no matter how much hard work had been done. they were one -- ONE -- generator away from freedom before things had gone horribly, terribly, definitely wrong.

      dwight is just ready to get back to the campfire and nurse his wounds before the next time the entity wanted to mess with them, wiping idly at his glasses as if that would clear the mud that had splashed across them when he fell earlier. it really just made it harder to see, which made his aching head that much worse -- it was just a bad night to be chased by some maniac with a knife.

       -- said maniac seemed to linger close by, as myers was wont to do. there’s a throbbing in his ears, the heightened sense of something is there that made his heart race. he turned his head left and then right before he finally just spoke up.

            “ what do you do when we are here at the tavern? i have not seen you here before -- do you go to the abbey? ”

      ymira laughed a bit as she spoke to him. she held an empty tankard in her hand, swaying a bit in place as she reached out to lay an arm across his shoulder. it was a casual movement, with no motive behind it besides possibly using him to stay upright.

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