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*Alanna crawls into bed, her head spinning. For the first time in days, she falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.*

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She pulls her cloak more tightly around her neck in defense against the chilly breeze. Her arms are sore from working with Coram's blade the night before, but she needs to try harder, work longer, always push herself. Blinking, she glances around the silent clearing, sensing someone nearby. She schools her features and prepares to draw her dagger.

Alan is ready. Let no one say Alan is a coward.

[Warning: unpleasant/disturbing imagery, oh my. ]