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[dimanibussacrum]

[one young man is wandering around, hand in hand with a very pretty girl in a dress...a very pretty girl with webbed feet, in fact. who he is conversing with softly.]

No, I don't think I've seen this place before...

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[a_holy_oak]

...

[a_holy_oak]

[... wait, I know that--]

[a_holy_oak]

... Excuse me, are you two lost?

[dimanibussacrum]

[...church person. :/]

I'm afraid I am. I must have wandered farther off my course then I had expected.

[a_holy_oak]

[and an Oak]

... I see. If I might ask, where were you headed?

[dimanibussacrum]

[Being an Oak is probably not as amazing as it could be if you look at it from my perspective. but it's worth noting for later. I've never heard of any Oaks in the Church...]

To town. Which I was thinking I can normally see by now.

[a_holy_oak]

[yes, very few people have]

... I think you've definitely made a wrong turn, sir. There's no town near here, only a large camp.

[dimanibussacrum]

--what? But...the nearest encampment is at the border.

[a_holy_oak]

Mmm, I'm aware of that, but -- this place is what it is.

[dimanibussacrum]

A camp with a priest and a army trainee. An odd sort of place.

[a_holy_oak]

"Odd" might be putting it lightly.

[dimanibussacrum]

I suppose so. And I hate to bother you like this, but how exactly do I get back...?

[a_holy_oak]

[... what was it they said, that these only last a week? Well.]

There's a transport that comes by once a week. You'd have to wait for it.

[dimanibussacrum]

A week--?

[a_holy_oak]

... I'm afraid so.

[dimanibussacrum]

But...then, where are we?