Broken Antler Fen church burner

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Bridget had returned to find any medicinal stores she'd once squirreled away ruined, for the most part, by both the elements and time. She'd poked her nose back into her old hiding place in the fen, but she smelled nothing but moldy leaves and the rank scent of rotted earth. Some creature had also set about nesting in the place, tearing through and likely removing whatever might have survived. In other words - time to start over. Again.

She sighed good-naturedly, then backed her head out and paused to survey the fen. It was a pretty spot, still, though she wasn't heartbroken to be living elsewhere. She did wonder what had happened to the previous residents of the Caldera, but that curiosity seemed like such a small thing compared to everything else she'd landed in coming back here. She hadn't quite bothered to ask yet.

Was there still mint in that spot over by the borders, she wondered? It was a hard plant to kill so probably. As she went, she tried to push her speed workout overdoing it. Slowly but surely she was going to get to the point where she could run again.

Hold on... She happened to catch movement in the distance, someone familiar. Oh, hey! I know you! She hollered, leaving off the search in favor of this new answer. You're from the Caldera, yeah?! Holy shit. What happened to you all?