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And so the group was set. The likeable lutran had convinced, connived, or cajoled the bunch into following him on the pilgrimage to find his heirloom. Each had joined for their own reasons, but the thirst for adventure ran deep in all of them.
The winter had set in officially, but the suns had not given up warming the brightenings. It would be the darkenings that would turn cold first, leaving a frost on everything at ground level.
ooc: Everyone okay with Fluid Time being first week of the new Winter season? CW.
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