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The creak of old wood against tidal waves of grass jolts you awake. Thin rays of sunlight break the gap between the rickety planks making up the wall. Outside, a roiling sea of tall grass stretches out to infinity under a cloudless sky.
You slam your head against the roof as you rise in this.. room? It feels like a cabinet. You're no longer a chicken, at least. You groggily reach for your wand as you come to your bearings. Where are you..? You’re no longer in the capitol, certainly–the familiar scent of grass and wind in the primordial sea is thick in the air–but.. where’s your master..?
>Call your master’s name.
>Look around the room, inside and outside through the window. Gather your bearings.
>Open door out of room and look around.
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