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The warlock finished her tea calmly, watching her fellow adventurers laugh and argue over who got to play with her familiar's new form: a stuffed animal in the shape of a miniature dog. It was touching, seeing her friends get along together like this.

As the cleric finally wrested the stuffy away from the others and clutched it to his chest, she spoke up, softly:

"You do remember that Blasco is a fiend, no?"

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