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Dantes teleports his familiar to the campsite and tells him to keep watch. As the owl flies high up in the trees overlooking the campsite. Dantes settles down for the evening. He studies his spells for a few moments before. Putting his spellbook away and joining his companions in slumber.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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