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''Boom.'' […] Fireworks […] unfold […] into a sigil in the Correspondence. […] | ''Boom.'' […] Fireworks […] unfold […] into a sigil in the Correspondence. […] | ||
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+ | |Value None = The Tiger Keeper – a safe distance from the water – observes the ceremony with a beatific smile upon his chops. He gazes up, at an angle, counting down under his breath. | ||
|Value The Eagle Clan = An Aquiline Assistant appears at your shoulder not long after. "You don't appear to have been a saboteur. And yet we didn't win." She presses a package into your hands. "For your aid." | |Value The Eagle Clan = An Aquiline Assistant appears at your shoulder not long after. "You don't appear to have been a saboteur. And yet we didn't win." She presses a package into your hands. "For your aid." | ||
|Value The Koloman Republic = As you turn to leave, you feel something in your pocket that wasn't there before. A gift, and a note. 'For your help. Our failure does not reflect on you.' A tanned Kolomanian walks away through the crowd. | |Value The Koloman Republic = As you turn to leave, you feel something in your pocket that wasn't there before. A gift, and a note. 'For your help. Our failure does not reflect on you.' A tanned Kolomanian walks away through the crowd. |