You all go down into the main hall, carrying the crates and all your packs ready for adventure. Some of the chairs are down and Freya's broom is laying on the floor near one of the disturbed tables and as you leave you see a new notice tacked to the wall, the ink is still fresh.
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The crisp morning air, approximately 10C, feels refreshing as you warily walk to the southwest gate, remembering the other times you've made this journey, to get Alice, to get your shovel and spear, and just strolling while shopping yesterday. It seems much longer than just a couple days since you've arrived but a lot's happened.
