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Man, and he thought he was from the middle of nowhere. Juturna Village was a real shithole as far as he was concerned. There was absolutely nothing to do unless you called eating berries and sleeping all day. He figured the place was swarming old geezer, farting while pruning there persim berry trees and tripping over their hoppip. But there was a ranger here head like to split a little kush with, a chick he heard knew how to sit around a bong and have a deep conversation about order, chaos, and the natural world. A moody shroomish and emo gothita followed him, shy now that they were away from the isolating forest.

He slumped into Juturna tavern, and he collapsed on a stool. His partners pulled themselves up on either side.

"How the hell can anyone suffer this wasteland?"

@ranger polymnia

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Not that she'd ever tell anyone that she enjoyed their little 'recreational' activity, but it was hard to deny it when she lived in the middle of the forest with a bunch of crazy old farts who grew the stuff for 'medicinal' purposes. So Polymnia walked into the tavern, only to take a seat next to the redhead.

"I'll have a whiskey on ice please."
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"You should buy me one too eh?" Junk said to the chick next to him. He was mildly astounded someone so young was bugging around this neck of the woods. "Fucking hate this forest. You know the fastest way out? I wanna make tailwind of these fart-eaters," he muttered.
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