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[color=2cc785]"My favorite part is when I count my money."[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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It was very likely that Rosalie had been burned. Without a good excuse, there wouldn’t be much reason to use that particular cover again. At least, not in that specific camp. Salbjörg still wished there was more to find, but really, what she wished to find and what she would actually find were two entirely different things. Could one even expect to find ‘what they wanted’ when they knew so little about the world?

Once Salbjörg had made her escape, she leaned against a tree and slumped over. Her breathing got heavier, then finally her illusionary form broke, which made breathing easier again. Maybe, in her present form, the little bit of information she had managed to scrap together was significant when compared to her ability. 

The “possessed cloak” started to fumble its way past Salbjörg’s position. With a sigh, she scooped it up and pulled it into her stomach. She noticed that there was more than just a rat inside, but she would have to explore its contents later. For now, she prepared to depart. 

She reached into her pauldron and prepared to give it a ring, but she hesitated. 

It might be nice to see if the other rats wish to depart with her.