Still seething inside, Raven marched out of the tent, with faithful Ottar in tow. From her sickbed, Kel watched her leave, as did Jodoque, Sanderon and Ragnarok. But where Sanderon merely pinched the bridge of his nose and Jodoque quickly returned to minding his baby daughter, Kel was gripped by thought.
Ah well. It wouldn't be the first time she had been seen dashing naked through a festival ground while under the influence of a harmful witchy concoction. Surely it wouldn't be the last either, and in any case, the idea that had just gripped her could not wait. She threw off the covers and ran after Raven.
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