Deepwood Weald I Don't Belong Here

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Themis had found a patch of mushrooms.

She sat at the edge of them, a lone sentinel, guarding them. Or guarding others from them, she couldn’t tell.

She remembered with vivid clarity, those of the Insurgence who couldn’t handle the death they caused. She remembered these mushrooms. She remembered how much she hated them. How much they caused.

Her eyes lifted at the sound of Vorilye, face a stony mask.

If you’re looking to be high off your face, I’m not gonna let it happen with these.