Vizsla scoffs. "You make my case for me, Amy. Simply unify to my will and we'd be making fast progress to our *actual* goal instead of dallying about here."
As this goes on, Desert quickly patches up a tear she noticed in Hurricanrana's cloak. He does pushups while she works.
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The dog's ears twitch, and she looks back with a little surprise. Her snout is remarkably long, fitting for how tall she is. She says nothing for quite some time, simply studying you and your party.
"You never learn a damn thing," she says at last.
"Whaddya mean 'you'–" Voyage grumbles.
"Mortalkind," the Witch says. "Every last one of you. Not that I'm necessarily excluding myself from that designation. I'm down here just like all of you."
"'Down here', eh?" Rooster repeats. "…I take it you know what's outside, beyond the boundaries of this kingdom?"
"The Abyss, of course," the Witch says. "The insatiable gullet of that thing
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Your heart still shudders, agitated by adrenaline, as you sprint out of the chasm and run for the boundary of the valley, lest you be beset by another beast that lurks within. There, you see your herd, standing out over the edge, floating upon a kind of void whose nature cannot be grasped. The paradox slows your pace, but the further you get from the valley, the more that peculiar waves
bounce about in your head, like so many pesky flies… wait… oh, yes, it's all coming back to you now…
Anzu, munching on a sugarcube, offers one to you out of a tin. Freischutz prefers to snack on a carrot. The others, save for Holy Hours, are also still acting out rather horsey behavior. Hours looks embarrassed on their behalf, but does not begrudge anyone their respite.