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CH 121 — A Village Hidden Behind Thorns
Meike catches up with their friends and plan for less taxing quests.
A queer portal fantasy, featuring Meike, the aspiring mage and herbalist. Join them on their journey through the strange land of Glasend. Accompanying them are an array of quirky characters, including a battleax toting corgi, tameable beasts and monsters, a quick-witted fencer, and a sarcastic spellsword and archer.
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Meike catches up with their friends and plan for less taxing quests.
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Meike and their familiars hold down the fort.
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The gang ultimately decided to extend their stay in Saincaster, taking in the festivities, good food, and comfort of the hot spring. Meike had a good time showing off their new tea collection, and even secured a small kettle from the kitchens to sample a few brews. “Keep it,” Chezor
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Laken's perspective.
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Catching up with Anniken.
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“So. Was there a ghost?” Meike was exhausted when they returned to the inn, so much so that they immediately dived into bed and slept a solid ten hours. Naturally, they were starving when they crawled out, just in time for dinner. The group gathered at a table in a
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They relayed the plan to their clients, who were reasonably upset. Julie wanted to storm into the attic and tear it apart, citing stolen property and potential valuables she overlooked. Meike was relieved when Gloria talked her down, though not without terse words and vulgarities. Once Julie was calmed down
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Pickles led the charge into the house, nose to the ground and tail wiggling. The Galloways followed Meike as far as the living room, where they elected to stay during the inspection. Meike would’ve preferred they stay outside, to reduce any mishaps, but didn’t feel comfortable forcing them
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The sleeping arrangements were as curious as their hosts. Meike could best describe it as a military barracks, but cozier. Anniken might refer to it as a hostel. But what Meike saw resembled a child's wildest dream: a jungle gym with floating, fuzzy beds. For a bit extra,
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“I am completely sold on baths now,” Teddy said. He was nearly fully submerged in the water, a look of pure bliss on his ruddy cheeks. “Aye,” Cass said, from her corner. Her eyes were closed, but she kept her head above the water. After two days of roughing it,
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Meike caught their first snowflake of the year days later, while on the road. Their hands were still sore from fending off boars and chopping wood. The sudden drop in weather did them no favors, either. It delayed their contact by several hours, and Cass was reluctant to set up
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Oddly enough, the only one not enthused about the house was Vivica. The wolf refused to sleep in it or stay for long, and she kept worrying one spot in particular, pawing and growling at it. “Vivica, come back from there!” She padded over, head lowered, but lips still curled