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The small party makes its way back to the wagon.
On the way, the gour talks.
"I gave my arm to Lord Ryxix, you know. I am his adept. I've used his own power to murder his minions. This, this is truly a great offense against the starts. Fate bears down on us like a tidal wave, ready to sweep us to oblivion. How long can we struggle against it before we finally die our pitiful, worthless deaths? My name is Heartsbane, by the way, and this is Llewin."
The ravian doesn't say anything, because he's unconsious.
They get to the wagon and pick up supplies, including a Ravian Assault Rifle, and then head back to the Oasis. Everyone is exhausted and wounded, and he can explain what happened to Ria later. Now, he just needs to sleep.
He's also got a lot to think about. So far, Spikesby, rather than being a monster, has rescued three people. He's saved their lives. They wouldn't be around without him. He... he doesn't really know how to feel about that.
((I certainly didn't intend that everyone survive, so good job on being clever!))
In the cold night, before the sun rises, a tower turns, and a wizard smiles.
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