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"As long as you make sure its nothing close to a song of the dead," Horik responded to Otis as she prepared herself. She tucked the bottle into of the various pouches and pockets that decorated her clothes and examined the cloak. It was large and her bag was really full. She frowned and looked over at the others.

Horik shifted from one leg to another and gazed at each person beside her. They were getting ready, talking, and seemed to know what they were about to embark on. Nervousness and hesitance filled her chest, biting her lip as no one would hear what she had to say. She looked over at Otis who seemed focused on playing a tune. Horik sighed and stood around, waiting for what the others would do, afraid to ask.