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campaigns:taika-daagru:2021-09-17 [2021-10-10 00:32] – created pinkgothiccampaigns:taika-daagru:2021-09-17 [2021-12-12 01:55] (current) – Removed some of the stuff I added, because it better fits the next session pinkgothic
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 "No", she said, rather bluntly. "No, Kukri, if you will, I'm ready to go". She briefly squeezed her eyes shut, thrusting her snout into the fierce wind. Kukri had once heard a colleague describe the readiness with which the low-born of the borderlands leave their families whenever the opportunity to collect food or coinage presented itself, and took it as evidence that their minds were incapable of forming deep bonds beyond brute convenience. (The same colleague had then described the same people as clannish beyond reason, more attached to their relations than to the common good; but for her this did not count as "deep bonds"). It was not at all clear to Kukri that starving on her sisters' side would have been a greater act of love on Giya's part. "No", she said, rather bluntly. "No, Kukri, if you will, I'm ready to go". She briefly squeezed her eyes shut, thrusting her snout into the fierce wind. Kukri had once heard a colleague describe the readiness with which the low-born of the borderlands leave their families whenever the opportunity to collect food or coinage presented itself, and took it as evidence that their minds were incapable of forming deep bonds beyond brute convenience. (The same colleague had then described the same people as clannish beyond reason, more attached to their relations than to the common good; but for her this did not count as "deep bonds"). It was not at all clear to Kukri that starving on her sisters' side would have been a greater act of love on Giya's part.
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-The smoky yellow lights of the inn floated up in the darkness, together with the smell of penguin flocks and fried meat. White pools of guano, vitrified by the cold, crunched underfoot. 
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-The two travellers entered the inn one last time, enjoying the last offer of heat by something that could be called civilization. Few people were fully awake; many of the construction workers had withdrawn inside for a hot bark tea, and were half-slumbering. The two clambered up the ladder to Kukri's room, which was just about to expire. This time, there was no need to pay a stranger to help her carry her baggage, at least. 
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