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"Yeah, I talked him outta stealin' anythin', but the idea definitely ran through his head for a hot minute there. I just hope he don't do anythin' too crazy."
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"I'll set some wards," Kara says. "Or... get somebody to. Again, thanks for the heads up."
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"Yer welcome. And hey Mierra, I wasn't kiddin' about gettin' together sometime. You ever wanna look me up, I'm in Azer 501."
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"Sure!" Mierra says. "Is the big eyeball guy still the RA over there?"
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"Neil? Yeah, he's still in charge. Sweet guy, Neil. You ladies have a nice day now."
Leo tips his hat and departs, heading back to where he left his easel. Hopefully nothing's happened to it.
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The easel is lying face down. A gnoll in an old army surplus jacket sits by it, trying to light a fire over it by rubbing two sticks together. Beside the gnoll is something akin to a penguin, trapped in a net.
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"Hey, buddy, could you not..." Leo retrieves the easel and stands it up. "Knew I shouldn'ta left it, but I had to let the drama take me where it wanted. So uh, you some kinda hunter? That allowed on school grounds?"
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The gnoll blinks, holds up a sign that he got from... somewhere... that has a picture of a fire, a spit, and the penguin tied to said spit.
The penguin, for its part, says, "Would you be a sport and undo me, my good fellow? This is most unbecoming."
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"Okay, I *know* eatin' sentients ain't allowed. 'Cept maybe for Mr. Roper." Leo moves to free the penguin from the net.
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The gnoll stands, arms folded, and glares at Leo as he frees the penguin.
"Very kind of you, good sir," the bird says. "This lout has been bothering me all day. It's unseemly."