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[mortaledingly]

[Jansen could not be any happier to wake up in his excessively large bed. He's alone, but that's no problem. The point is, he's home! He excitedly hops out of bed to celebrate what he thinks is his return.]

I... I did it! I made it back somehow! Wow, this is really...

[Hey, the palace sure is empty. No guards, no maids. Nobody! Something

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[himawariedingly]

[Have a Russia sitting on the sidewalk, legs out into the street, looking at something between his legs.]

[mortaledingly]

Uhhhh...

[Raises an eyebrow at Russia]

Everything okay down there?

[himawariedingly]

[Looks up, and now you can see a little flower where he had been looking at.]

It is really beautiful

[Not all that special, really. Just a flower on the street.]

[mortaledingly]

[Jansen's eyes widen slightly in recognition]

Oh yeah, I remember you. The flower guy. How's that working out for you?

[toweredingly]

[OH HOW LIKE the circumstances that now bring Roland wandering well away from the castle keep on the other side of town and just around Jansen's sort of general area]

Ah. You.

[mortaledingly]

[Puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head slightly as he looks back at Roland]

Yeah? What about me?

[toweredingly]

I was wondering whose land this was a part of.

[mortaledingly]

I wouldn't really call this my land. I mean, it looks nothing like Numara, but yeah, it's around the weirdo copy of the palace.