Karabela sniffed at the debris that littered the Deadman's Scrap. What was all this crap? Carefully she moved around a strange twisted chunk of rock, nimbly maneuvering past a field of broken glass that caught the light, glittering like jewels. Carefully she bent to lap at the water in one of the nearby ponds, wrinkling her nose at the slightly metaillic taste. Licking the remaining moisture off her chin she glanced at Lillie. "Well, this place is a mess…. what is all this stuff?" She batted absently at a whole bottle, sending it clinking across several small rocks before it got stuck between two larger ones.
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king