We all landed exactly as we had been standing. We were in a dark, stone tunnel of sorts. A metal, handleless door was to our south and the tunnel faded into darkness to our noth. Something about this all felt oddly familiar.
"G'-"
"Cut the crap, Fox," I called into the darkness. The merchant, clad in his usual trenchcoat and holding a roll of papers, stepped forward looking somewhat offended, scowling, then striking a dramatic merchant-esque pose again.
"Shuri, are you okay?" Faw asked, "you seem... meaner. And you're doing weird things."
"Yeah," Uberbob added, "It's like you're PMSing and having visions of the future at the same time."
"That happened to me once," Fooruman commented. An awkward silence followed. "It was a long time ago, though," he added as if to clear something up. Everyone, even Uberbob, looked completely perplexed by this statement.
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