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Rags had been busy during the search. She had quickly ran away from the rest of the group and began sniffing the grass for the scent of her missing fellow apprentices. After losing their trail near a cliff edge, she was fairly sure they'd descended further, yet when she tried to tell the adults, she got headpats and a reassurance that the possibility was unlikely that they're descended further than the first level. And maybe they were right. There was still a significant possibility that the trail ending near a cliff was insignificant and they were still on the first level, hidden. Even so, Rags did not appreciate being patronized because of her feral habits and poor speech. As she pouted, even headpats couldn't fully soothe her.

Rags retreated to her usual sulking place, by climbing a large rock feature in the Orphanage's garden, and resting on her haunches, watching the other kids play, with a view of the forests and waterfalls on the first level of the Abyss. She had no real desire to explore. or seek riches. She enjoyed the delves to the Abyss solely because of the freedom. She was let off the leash, so to speak.


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