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Your tired, dead beat. You want to sleep. Actually, you've wanted to sleep for ages. Your body simply won't keep moving like t his for much longer. Finding a nearby tree you collapse hard on the ground, groaning in pain as your side flares up again.
Still the ground is surprisingly comfortable, letting your head fall back against the old gnarled tree that stands guard over the river you close your eyes, trying to find sleep. Its first after about half a minute you realize your hand is gripped so tightly
around the boltgun that your knuckles must be turning white, trying to relax you slowly loosen your grip around the piece, almost feeling a sense of longing from it before you drift into the land of the dreamers.
You awake what feels moments later to the sound of someone shouting at you. "Oi!" "'Ey, lil girl!"
Opening your eyes, and being assaulted by the burning intensity of a hot star you are forced to look away, the sun is up - and the world seems much brighter, the clouds in the sky (what little you can tell from behind half shut eyes) bright white.
"Oi, you - ye be livin over thar?" turning to the sound of the man you notice a man - or rather a group of men standing on top the deck of some manner of boat. Waving their hands at you "Oi, you alright?" their clothes are simple,
and the equipment of their - boat is an odd sight to see, several nets, rods with strings and hooks. You also notice the river is much larger then you'd anticipated while asleep.. at least thirty meter across, you sure are happy that you did not try and swim..
>How to we respond?
>A: Yea! I need help!
>B: Just taking a nap! Be on your way!
>C: I demand you take me to the scholia!(Brandish gun?)
>D: Run. They are adults, and adults are mean.
>E: Other.