Thomas Hobbes
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Fant, upon seeing the light, perks up. "Well, looks like he's decided it's time." She turns to their employer. "Much as I'd like to wait longer, it seems that Jack has forced our hand- who knows, perhaps for the best. Wish us luck. Quickwhip, Draven- come with me." With that, she begins working her away around through the forest, intending to minimize the time that she is exposed in the clearing.
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