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Neutral
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I unintentionally flinch as the hand reaches out, but quickly re-focus on the new task presented to me. I study the map carefully, weighing my choices. Eventually I reach out a shaking hand to move my token towards the grassy clearing. |
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Darkseeker
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Glassy eyes watch the hand sprawl forward, gnarled and ghastly. My own twist the token around in between my forefingers aimlessly--perhaps looking for some clue, some answer, but met with nothing that'd leave me any wiser. The token was set in place then, after a second of debate. Forward. Towards the lonesome tree. |
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