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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening
It had definitely been an... interesting couple of days for Firekeeper since her rather unexpected arrival. Much of Sunday and Monday had been spent exploring and hunting (they'd avoided the strangely-colored deer, however), and of course sleeping, because as the old wolf proverb went: "hunt when hungry, sleep when not, for hunger always returns."
Now, though, Firekeeper and Blind Seer were lounging on the couch in the large room that seemed to belong to no one in particular, staring at the big black box that was apparently the centerpiece of the room and wondering at its purpose.
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Now, though, Firekeeper and Blind Seer were lounging on the couch in the large room that seemed to belong to no one in particular, staring at the big black box that was apparently the centerpiece of the room and wondering at its purpose.
[ooc: is open!]

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"You're not in a boat. You're on me," the chair protested.
"I wasn't talking literally," Dor replied.
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Dor paused for a moment just to consider how he should classify Irene, "-friend, Irene, has a similar talent. She has a green thumb and can make plants grow from a seed to full size rather quickly. Are talents a rare thing then?"
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"Is sickness that spread across New World some hundred turning of seasons ago. Sorcerer Ones is afraid of dying, so they runned, leaving those without magic to pick up pieces and lead human packs." She clearly did not have a high opinion of those people.
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"Wow!" a pillow exclaimed. "Magic people suck!"
Dor glared at the pillow though he agreed with the sentiment. "Where did those Sorcerer Ones go?"
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as far as the character knows anyway," Firekeeper replied, having only the vaguest idea how long a "hundred" was supposed to be anyway.