AstralLein
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Unexpectedly, Rurek remembers something incredible! He has wood! And not just any wood, but wood taken from the forest of hatred for humans. What's the point of carrying it around when he can give it to one humble person among those who are eternally searching?
“You can sort through the things and decide what goes where. I'll go to the brain collectors,” Rurek decided. “I'll be back soon. Maybe something useful will come up for our expedition.”
The Sord traveler heads to the bulletin board, and from there goes to the brain collectors. Or maybe someone stops him, and he doesn't go anywhere.
“You can sort through the things and decide what goes where. I'll go to the brain collectors,” Rurek decided. “I'll be back soon. Maybe something useful will come up for our expedition.”
The Sord traveler heads to the bulletin board, and from there goes to the brain collectors. Or maybe someone stops him, and he doesn't go anywhere.