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You awake to the flutter of tawny feathers scattering upon a thatched roof. You can smell moss and sweet flowers as Old Grandmother Kospelina's dwelling basks in birdsong and morning sunshine. Perhaps it was a dream? You hear the lilting singsong prattle of a child - it makes you feel very old:
(Marabet is prodding you)
-Wake up, silly! Old Grandmother came and left when you were still sleeping. She stole all your items. Your stupid toy sword and ugly doll. And your scary boat. So scary! Silly sleepyhead!
(You have lost your possessions)
>(Frantically... What to do? Write in)
