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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 7493248" data-attributes="member: 23484">Miss Imogen says nothing. The ring was back with Cimber, and she does not see how quickly he puts it on, or if he waits until she was out of sight. She hears the words of her companions, still frustrated that they believe only now has she shown character. Her head stays bowed, and she feels the teeth of Dragonbait sink through her spine to her throat a hundred times, in her imagined anticipation.Her skull sinks lower, her hands outstretched. She exhales and her body drops closer to the ground, like a deflated bladder kicked too roughly in play by an enthusiastic boy. She waits, drawing in deep breaths and dust, in her self-made darkness. It is there bent double in the Chultan heat that she falls asleep.</blockquote>