*Hook stumbles out of his rift exhausted. He loads lethal ammunition back into his pistols before locking them away. He changes the bandages on his wrist and cleans the wound, noticing it will probably scar. He goes to take off his armor but decides against it.* Whelp better get a fire going. Travelers will be here soon.
[spoiler]yall know the deal same thing as last time[/spoiler]
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*You notice what seems to be a storm overhead, though no rain has fallen, nor has any lightning struck the ground.*
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So Mobile Hoth’s bar? Neat