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Bas, Anne, Tamora, Lorath, "Spot"
Anne had apparently slipped into a coma from shock when her position as chief negotiator was usurped by Lorath. While she stood, immobile, in the clearing, a bird landed on her head and inspected her hair for anything edible, catching a few bugs that had gotten stuck there while marching through the jungle.
No cannibal midgets with sharp implements came for Bas, leaving him just standing at the edge of the group with a firm grip on his rod and a strained expression on his face.
Around them, the night was taking over in earnest, beyond the edge of the clearing it was almost completely impossible to make out anything in the darkness, and the sun had long since abandoned the sky.
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