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Originally Posted by agate
Rides into the camp on her faithful mount Hanibal, whilst leading her three packers, loaded with materials for crafting. Her heart lifts with joy, seeing all the homins gathered here. "No tent for me," she says " I shall sleep gazing at the shooting stars, remembering the early days, as a young homin refugee. Then I could not afford an appartment but rested out in the wilds, drinking in the richness of the new lands"
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poor poor you, your back is gonna HURT tomorrow! *brings the icy hot*
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hey lanky, about time you made it here dragonman, quit cuddling that orb and find a lovely woman to cuddle up with! *wonders how he's gonna fit in the sleeping bag with Sherk O.o*