Well, you look in a slightly better mood...
Got the days re-set, I think. Forest seems less uptight. But my student done got blowed up.
Sorry to hear. That happens.
You blew up a student, too?
No, can't say that I have.
Can I have these rations?
Those are dog treats. Whatever, go ahead...
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We stand there, watching what's left of Milos dissolve in the light. I lose more interns that way (OK, well, just this one).
Whatcha want to do, Dremont? Well, we're in the neighborhood. Might as well go find that relic hammer.
We know it's to the north, past some marshes, so a-slogging we go. At least the marshes may be frozen...
Crossing the marsh, we find a batch of abandoned huts, flooded by the marsh. Dremont notices something in the ice of the march.
Alligator nose.
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Well, at least we won't have to contend with them. Dremont resists the urge to pick a nose.
Near nightfall, and we stumble on an old low stone wall. It looks in good shape, even for its age. It seems to be surrounding something, but we don't see a gate. So we hop over. Nothing could go wrong with a little trespassing. Standing in the middle of the enclosure is a big ol' menhir.
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