I dropped Conquista's laundry into the FooCanoe. "Carry these for me," I commanded. It was nice giving orders to someone who couldn't talk back for a change.
Our party went South back to the town square. To the West was the arcade, to the South was the ice cliff, and to the East was the gift shop. Standing in the center of the crossroads was the same confused Canadian. I noticed that he was no longer carrying the rifle he had pointed at me ealier.
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