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[lunarborn]

[The routine was becoming normal: fall asleep in a huge bed next to his gorgeous wife, wake up, tend to the kingdom that was so new it still didn't feel like his. Except this morning, he found himself awaking in a strange land, wearing strange clothes, and lacking his usual means of defense. Also, lacking his wife.]

Where..?

[As he rose from the

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[cladinthedark]

... You've returned.

[lunarborn]

I have.

I hadn't expected to see you again.

[cladinthedark]

Likewise. But it seems the Malnosso had other ideas.

What do you know so far?

[lunarborn]

I've become reacquainted with most of the basic information about this setting. Enough, at least, to understand the importance of seeking a means of escape.

[cladinthedark]

Good. I assume you've located Rosa?

[lunarborn]

[This is the most uncomfortable conversation ever. Points go to Cecil for not demanding Golbez never gain inquire about his wife or her whereabouts. Old habits die hard.]
I have.

[cladinthedark]

[Golbez is aware of what Cecil is likely struggling with, but he's trying to be a good older brother/brother-in-law. And that means looking after you two.]

Mmmm... She was distraught when the Malnosso sent you home. Be careful, lest it be repeated.

[lunarborn]

Careful won't get these people to their homes. I won't let Rosa die here.

[cladinthedark]

We're all working on the situation, Cecil. But lack of information continues to be a problem.

[lunarborn]

People have been suffering here for months. If information hasn't presented itself yet, perhaps it never will.