"...And that is why I'm never going on a power trip. It only leads to loss of eyeballs via the medium of acid. Also, Sister? She's still pissed about the 'Killing her during sparing' thing?"
"Indeed. Hopefuly asshole space-elves won't try and kill us for stealing their artifacts."
I put on my trilby, grab my whip and set off for the nearest ruin.
"Hey, who has the map here!" I say, "Now, we should hang a right at this squiggly line."
"I think that's a river." Knife points out, indicating the large body of water infront of us.
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