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The party have made it out of the wood, and are making steady progress towards the Mountains in the distance. The sun is shining coldly, glinting off the snow. Tancred has worked his way up the line, and seems to have plucked up the courage to ask something.
"Um... er, Lord - Emperor Shield, um... can I have a word?"
He continues as Shield gives a sage nod.
"Um... I was wondering. Obviously, you know, the Bar is a strange place to be, and all, and it skips about time and space. Yes, well, you know that. Um... what I wanted to ask, was... is there... you know, you're a well-connected chap, would you know of any formal rules about... leaving places as they are found, or something? Some kind of big, really unpleasant godly or old-one-ish punishment for meddling with pa - well, no not meddling, but, you know, if he already knew he had to be somewhere to change something because he remembers it happening, kind of thing..."
The Cavalier trails of into mumbling about string and clocks.
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