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>The Final /Final/ Day..."So Calem, we leave Dendemille today. Is that right?"
"Yeah.. Really wanted to stay--beautiful place, but not much to do."
Behind you, Hexcalibur is loading the horse-drawn wagon--a consolation prize--in his Servine form with a baker's divine legacy. The decaying fetus attached to his head cheers like a retard at the sight. Luchy and Shuckle are assisting him with the baggage loading out of silent obligation.
Skrelp is busy ensuring that the shit can is never to be found by anyone by hiding it in a place no one would dare to look.
The cart is being pulled by Furfrou, whose thick fur coat should prove to be beneficial in enduring the blizzard that's about to come. The only problem is that that fur is tangled, Helioptile is trying his best to tame it, but it's easier said than done.
Frogadier is at the front of the cart with Dedenne on his head, ropes in hand with frilly tassels, ready to kickstart the journey with his extreme doge-carriage skills. Braixen is tying said ropes to the dead zombie doge, not that she wants to, she just has no other choice.
Serena leans on the cart with Phantump on her shoulder, arms crossed, her gaze fixated on the sky, "Where are we headed next? Anistar, I presume?"
You shake your head, "No, Miss. Not yet. I have...'business' to take care of in the North, we're going to head their first, then make a U-turn and head to Anistar."
"Busine-?"
"Don't ask."
Serena doesn't prod you further about the subject. Pumpkaboo continues to nibble on your ear because she knows nothing else.
"You seem a bit down," she suddenly comments.
"Do I?"
"Is it because you--"
"No, I'm over that. I guess I am a bit sad though. Don't know why. Pfft."
"In that case... Here. Read this."
Out of the blue, Serena hands you a small folded note.
A) Take it.
B) Don't take it.
