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[center][h1][color=#cdb7b5]Rose Buckner[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#cdb7b5]Location:[/color] The Moors
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Rose wrinkled her nose when the salve went on. Stinging aside, it smelled atrocious. Though she did remember a quote from a story about medicine 'if it smells bad that means it is strong'. Hopefully, it would be able to keep away infection. That was her biggest fear here. Did this place have penicillin? She didn't have the skill to make it, so she hoped someone did. Or maybe magic made that a moot point. 

Rose smiled at her mom and Cassi. [color=#cdb7b5]"I am alright. I promise. Thank you."[/color] Laying down had helped. And at least she was getting some medical care. When the fight had happened she felt helpless and was annoyed that because of the wound she had taken she had been unable to do anything in that fight. She hated feeling useless. 

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[center][h1][color=#bf85f2]Colby Jackson[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#bf85f2]Location:[/color] Agrabah
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Colby enjoyed the sights and smells as they made their way through Agrabah's streets. It was a fascinating and colorful city. One he would like to have seen before the current situation. He hoped he'd get to see it again liberated. 

When they arrived at the tavern Colby had to contain a snort of laughter. The place as a collective had stopped what they were doing to assess the new arrivals. It was like some cliche from a movie where the record stopped because someone who wasn't a known element walked into a bar. At least it seemed that the patrons of this tavern recognized Chesire, Hatter, and Sleeping Beauty as non-threats. 

Whatever assessment that had been made, the group had passed muster and sat down. Colby kept an eye out though. Just in case someone decided to come over and start a fight. He expected that to happen because it too was a cliche and Colby had come to the realization that he was living in a storybook. A cliche here would be normal life.