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The delicate woman was traversing the swampland as carefully as she could manage. Trying not to soil her newly groomed coat, but still attempting to track something- anything down to show her brother her appreciation. A frog, a lizard, something that she could carry back with some small sense of repayment for all he had done for her. It was a rather naive manner of thinking and certainly no small morsel would be enough; but she wanted to do something...

As she wandered the muck and mire, Cierzo got a strange feeling. Like she was being watched, or perhaps it was just her anxiety...  

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