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You come from the dark with a jolt, splayed out across the ground like clothes dashed out to try. You are.. somewhere unfamiliar to you.
You try to take stock of your surroundings–.. you are somewhere small, warm, cozy–it appears to be a home, perhaps..? You reach for a small table and try to pull yourself up only to bump your head against the ceiling.
You are just a little too large for the room–your hood scrapes the roof at a hunch, and you could sprawl yourself out across all the furniture with ease.
You catch a faint mildewy damp scent in the air intermingling with the scent of baking as well as a few stray voices from the other room.
>Call for Lady Sigrid.
>Call for Leshy.
>Move toward sounds of voices.
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