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Is that how every creature in this forsaken swamp moves? she mused, remembering the stag in its flight across the road and out of the watery meadow. Concluding that it was almost certainly more efficient than walking or running through this swamp on two legs, Kit began to realize just how big of a disadvantage she was under. This could go really badly. The thought snuck its way in, uninvited. But Kit didn't have the luxury of much more thought than that, as finding the dry ground and keeping her footing took all of her attention.
I: Make a dexterity check for me, Emma.
E: Fuck. [rolls]. What do you know? A decent roll for once. 17.
I:That's enough. You make your way without tripping and falling into the mud.
Sb: Nice, Em.
E: We're not out of the woods yet.
Si: Swamp.
E: Whatever.
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