[Being as sensitive to magic as she is, she feels it almost immediately. She doesn't stop to wonder what it is or what it came from; she quickly grabs her bow and moves as quickly as she can toward the kitchen.
The sight is as gruesome as the others, and she lifts her arm to cover her nose and mouth. With one hand, she manages to scribble out a message.]
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The sight is as gruesome as the others, and she lifts her arm to cover her nose and mouth. With one hand, she manages to scribble out a message.]
ANOTHER FALLEN. KITCHEN.