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Tormand swung Roastako's form up onto the top of canyon wall before swinging his own leg onto it and grappling up. The large man rose and stared out across the foggy distance of rock and stone. In the distance a downed and damaged ship could be seen, bright red and almost swan-like in shape, with large, arching wings coming off it's side and strange text alongside it from a language Xane had never before seen.

"Our ship," Tormand said. "We had no memory of crashing. After a few days we knew we must had lost our way. Somehow."

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"I will answer all that I know," The voice from inside the orb whispered...