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"What do we know about our enemies? How long do we have?"
Branwen needed to know as much as possible. She didn't remember very much, but fighting, that felt natural, that felt like something she could do.

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The Donnar were a mighty tribe, one of the mightest of Jaiep. They were talented hunters, masters of tracking, and the Ravens of the Donnar, the great shamans who saw the tribe's hunts become successful through masterful divination were the greatest and most celebrated of the tribe's members. Among the greatest was Pwyll, son of Lleu, son of Gwydion, and the only Raven greater still than him was Branwen, his daughter, and the woman who had helped save Jaiep and the other worlds of Tardore from an otherwise inevitable doom, even reclaiming the lost world of Cor and its people from their spectral half-life.

By all rights, Branwen ap Pwyll deserved a dignified entry. She alone of the heroes gathered, perhaps, could lay claim to having saved multiple worlds, not just her own. She alone could claim to have ridden Cliona, her faithful giant raven, upon the waves of Jaiep's oceans, the icy peaks of Tangur, the verdant rainforests of Ssistyl. She alone could claim to have saved an entire world, an entire planet from the folly of the worlds around them.

By all rights, Branwen ap Pwyll did not receive a dignified entry.
....
The shaman woke up, sprawled on the bed in a decidedly undignified manner, groaning. She wrenches herself to her feet, her head pounding, the strength seemingly sapped from her bones. She felt nothing but the clothes on her back, the memory of something held in her hands rapidly fading from her mind's eye like a dying candle's flickering light.

And she knew nothing.

"This.....this isn't home."
"And yet I can't remember what home is."

The bearded man speaks. She recognises the attire as foreign, not of her home, but the question was what was home? The others too were foreign. She didn't recognise any one of them, not that she was sure she could given she couldn't remember a damn thing.

"Did you bring us here?"

"The tavern? O-oh, right, we have to meet everyone."

"Ah, yes Milly MMPMH something I wanted to ask you about. Do you have one of those crystal tablet MPMH? Those might help us to keep in contact whenever you go around looking for new supplies."

"I, uh, I actually do, yes."

Milly carefully sips her tea, a sweet smile on her face as she looks directly at Yliss.
".....are you just being nice to me to prove him wrong?"

"Unfortunately, we are not all built like brick walls and some of us do, regretfully, get injured."

"I hear there's rumours they have ties with gangs over in Midgardia running gambling scams. N-not that I honestly know anything about it."

"Huh? O-oh, uh....no. I just, uh...I just sell them. I had a few friends who made these, you see, I just sell them, give them a cut of the profit."
"Or, w-well.....I used to."