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... synchronized snoring of three adventurers and one goblin scout. The air, still faintly smelling of lavender and chamomile, was the picture of tranquility. It was, I decided, a masterpiece of non-violent conflict resolution.
FaeLina floated silently beside my core for a full minute, her expression a complex mixture of horror and awe. The panic had finally subsided, replaced by a grudging, analytical curiosity.
"Okay," she said, her voice unusually calm. "Explain your thought proc ...
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