The Welsh Countryside, An Inn, Turn of the Century, Afternoon

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The foe dispatched and having made sure the barn fire did not spread to the local forest, The League had made their way back to their temporary headquarters in the inn. Rodney had gone for what alcohol was left in the place, and Allan was quietly staring out a window from a chair, gun propped up against his shoulder

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[shiroi_tiger]

Eventually, Nathan came around, knocking on her door. He was still aching pretty much all over, and he was fairly certain that he'd never manage to get the smell of smoke from his clothing, but... he'd smelled like worse, and he'd certainly felt worse, and so today's discomfort was dismissed as more or less negligible.

"Wilhelmina?"

[funnyways]

Mina had just finished sealing her letter, and she turned to the door. "Yes, please, come in Nathan," she said.

[shiroi_tiger]

And so he did just that, opening the door slightly and taking a half-step into the room, glancing around for a moment to get his bearings before offering her a small smile.

"And that is that, I suppose? It looks as though the plants are taken care of, and all is more or less right with the world once more. We ought to book our portal back to the island."

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"Yes, we ought," Mina said, her own small smile turning a bit sad. "But perhaps... perhaps I should stay here for a bit."