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[biteoffherhead]

[For anyone interested, there are massive pawprints circling the village.  And you may notice that some of the older prints actually trail through the village, perhaps when no one is around at that point.

But should you follow the fresh trail, you'll find Moro roaming, stalking, watching luceti from uphill, her predatory eyes glaring hatefully at

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[aureatus]

[Moro might find a golden monkey looking at her curiously from a distance. Mrs. Coulter is nowhere to be found.]

[aureatus]

Don't you think it's quite unfair for you to group us all into one category?

[biteoffherhead]

[She just chuckles at that.]

[aureatus]

[Mrs. Coulter sits gingerly on a rock near Moro, settling the monkey on her lap.]

I suppose you've had unpleasant experiences with humans before.

[biteoffherhead]

You're all untrustworthy, honorless, pitiful beasts that would turn your disgusting abominations against nature, the things you call guns, against the gods themselves. Even within my breast lies a human bullet, forged of the iron in the mountain I was born of.

[aureatus]

Tell me, was I the one who drove that bullet into you?

[biteoffherhead]

Humans will never earn my trust again.

[aureatus]

Very well. I know I can't force you to change the way you think.

[She stands up, and the monkey goes over to Moro and gives her a pat on her jaw before walking back to Mrs. Coulter. Subtle manipulation is a go.]

[biteoffherhead]

[It'll take more than subtle manipulation to overpower the RAW HATRED and pure stubbornness that composes Moro's resolve, really.]

It's not your place.

[aureatus]

[Don't worry, it'll work overtime.]

Of course.

[She slowly starts walking away, her monkey in tow.]