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I'll ask Pestilence about it, too, in that case. I've been mostly talking about it with War. They have more experience with magic, so...

[she frowns, looking the items over.]

Are those the only two your group brought back? I'm a little worried Pickles had one that he didn't give away.

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I think Pesti was gonna take it to the overseers as a whole, but now that we're gettin' more... maybe they've all made progress.

[ he gives the box a little jostle, to cause the wing to move. heh does not do this with the millipede because it creeps him out. ]

Yeah, this is it. Pickles wasn't gonna carry anythin' in his mouth, Geto was too hurt, and I still had my satchel, so... [ shrug ] We found a room full of this kinda stuff, but this was all we could grab before we'd get caught by the folks talkin' on the other side of the door.

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So it's only been two for each group that's gone through the fog. I wonder if there's a specific reason why we've only been allowed to grab that much.

[HMMM...]

Did you notice anything else while you were in that room? Though I guess you might have been too rushed to notice what else was there.

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It is weird that it keeps bein' like that... two things, and it's always Thursday. Pesti said it was just Scawwy, like how we get a new place through the tree door every week - just the Thursday ones are always more dangerous.

[ :thonk: but... ]

Ahhh... voices that weren't familiar, but we couldn't make 'em out. Then a bunch of shelves and nooks, full of scrolls, used candles, jars... these two stood out, though, so we just. Grabbed 'em.

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[... she frowns, thinking.]

Maybe... it's the magic of this world sending us to the cult's storage room or something? I don't know where else that room could be.

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Hm... [ hand at his chin, thinking, too. ]

Maybe. Like we're windin' up in the... the path that they take to get from this place to the storage?

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Or something like that. There must be a reason why you all wind up there in the end, no matter what sort of stuff you ran into before.