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As Mistral reaches the familiar market square, her jaws drop.
The KFA restaurant is still intact! She could have sworn the that the fire storm would have burnt everything down to ashes *shudders as she recalls her stinking, charred skin in the last moments of consciousness*.
Unconditional release after capture ... buildings which miraculously survive infernos... this is one strange city where anything is possible. She casts another stoneskin, then charges up her spell sequencers, triggers and contingencies.
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