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E-20, Javelin the Emprah.

Reminds me of some of the more horrific things DF players have done.

(6,17) and bop Anne.

Amberly to F-4, become totem.

: "A Purge tome would be helpful right now, but all I have to offer is the power of the Old Gods. It will be more than sufficient."

Hold!

: "That doesn't sound too complicated. Very well. Miss Marta, I will enter the wyvern race on your behalf. I hope that the prize money will make up for the destruction of your schematics."

42, taken aback somewhat, retreated half a step.

: "I can assure you ma'am, it is indeed possible, though far from easy. As far as I am aware, I am the only such homunculus to exist, and it took my old master forty-one failed attempts to create me. Hence, my designation. Were my creator still alive, I would certainly be happy to introduce you so you could ask questions...though I confess it unlikely that he would have been willing to answer."

: "I appear to have been lax in my manners as well. I am designated 42-1. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marta." The homunculus gave his customary bow while simultaneously pouring out a cup of tea. It was cold of course, what with having been prepared on Milly's wagon earlier in the day, but he hoped it would suffice.

: "Well, when you put it that way I suppose we could probably help. Any of us should be as good as anyone else on the back of a wyvern, considering that none of us have any experience. Why, the closest thing we have to a mounted fighter is that angry horse-like creature."