[ Marcille's shoulders slumped in ill-concealed relief. Thank god she wasn't stuck on this cliff with someone who thought elves were a tasty snack, you never know. ]
Okay! Great. Well, it's not great, but it's better than the alternative.
[ Boy, she was making quick time now, fueled by a surge of adrenalin. ]
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Okay! Great. Well, it's not great, but it's better than the alternative.
[ Boy, she was making quick time now, fueled by a surge of adrenalin. ]
B...by the way, my name is Marcille.