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[Sara Delan]

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Sara woke in a strange bed. Apparently, she had had more fun at the Tea House than she meant to. She didn't remember how she had gotten there, or, really, much of the night at all. A quick glance out the window revealed she was in the Scholar's Inn in Moonglow.

She sat back on the bed to try to piece together what she could.

She remembered arriving at the Tea house. She remembered that unusual Santa Ninja and his disgusting belly. She remembered sitting down at what turned out to be a food bar. She remembered trying some of the local cuisine, which had turned out to be uncooked fish wrapped in fish food.

That's when things got hazy.

Concentrating hard, she found a memory of ... green. The memory didn't make much sense. She remembered the color green and somehow, she associated it with horrible pain and agony.

After that, the memories got even stranger. Swimming with fish, and chasing them. Then a sunken ship. And pirates. Necromancy and Spirit Speaking. Royalty and an evil wizard. Lastly, a dark forest with hideous creatures and a foul tasting river.

Sara lied in the bed and scratched her head in confusion, only to find her gloves were missing. Panicked, she tore the room apart. She completely emptied her bag. She threw the mattress across the room and emptied all the drawers. In a desperate attempt, she grabbed her mostly aesthetic quiver and dumped out the contents. Her gloves fell to the ground.

"The heck...?"

Realizing getting worked up over the now resolved issue was pointless, Sara slipped the gloves back on. Being a full believer in "what's done is done" (while she remained curious as to what had happened to her) didn't much care to put forth the effort in trying to figure the strange night out.

Sara lied back in bed and rubbed her eyes in frustration. And as she started to drift off to sleep again, she noticed her eyes were starting to itch.
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