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Sephi continued running down the street until he came across a burning building. Quickly he threw his cape up around his face and edged closer, hoping to avoid the stray embers. Bodies of peasants were strewn about, and six grim-faced people were standing around, trying to heal their wounds after what must have been a rather difficult battle.
He recognized most of them, though not largely by name. Immediately he knew that Larry, Deiter, Spree, and the volatile wood-elf Maverick were there. He also saw two more people, whose name was... Neb? and the short elf in green which he had't been introduced to yet. Where's Mistral? Shouldn't she be here with you?
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