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Chapter 11 by dangerslut dangerslut

'at soun like your friend?"

Of course it does.

It's hard not to laugh. It just sounds exactly like Emma, almost as if this were entirely contrived...

Orc attacks seem almost common out here so I ask, "Which way did they come from, the Orcs?"

She looks at me kind of surprised. "From the woods. How should I know? I don' go round chasin orcs! An you better not either. Get some real help, you wanna get your friend back."

After a few more questions the woman shuffles off grumbling something about "foreign types" messing about. Jack agrees with her; we prolly should get some help.

I'm not entirely convinced though.

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