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"0": "\"So,\" Arahnar said. \"How many times do you think we should get this ring recharged before we kill him?\"\n\"Why don't we just use all the magic in it and then sell it?\" I suggested. \"Do you really want to risk him charming you again, perhaps irrevocably? Next thing you know, you'll be dropping Red Wizard litters.\"\n\"No need to get disgusting about it!\"\nI laughed. We had collected our gear at the campsite where the lovesick Red Wizard had first confronted us, both agreeing that we should put some distance between ourselves and him in case he decided to make another attempt to \"woo\" Arahnar. The wizard had gotten off easier than he'd probably ever realize, but so had she. There was no reason to tempt fate.\n\"Where to now?\" I asked. \"West toward the Wood of Sharp Teeth?\"\nShe looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, \"Hold on to me.\"\nI put my hand on her shoulder, a question on my lips, but then the stone walls of a dimly lit cave replaced the trees around us. I shook my head as I squinted at my surroundings, trying to make out details in the pale light that crept in from the cave mouth about ten yards away. \"Would you please give me more of a warning next time? I really hate this teleporting stuff.\"\nArahnar didn't respond. She was changing into her man-beast form and sniffing at the air. \n\"Where did you take us?\"\n\"My pack's home.\"\n\"Why? We already knew they weren't going to be here.\"\n\"It's the closest place to where I think Vehlarr is that I was familiar with,\" she replied, a strangely distant tone in her voice. \"It's also a safe place. We can take our time reviewing the scrolls we got from Angah Lalla and make sure we know where we're going from here. Not to mention a little sleep.\"\n\"Now that you mention it, I am tired,\" I said. \"And you sound like you might be, too.\"\n\"Yes.\" She removed her backpack, still sniffing the air. \"No one's been here for a long time. No one at all.\"\nIt dawned on me the tone in her voice was one of sorrow. I'd never seen Arahnar depressed or sad. Until that moment, I hadn't even considered that she might be capable of such emotions. As my mind searched for some comforting words, I commented lamely, \"That means the cave is definitely safe.\"\nWhen she looked at me her large black eyes seemed to shimmer and her lips drew back from her fangs. She reverted to human form and I realized that she was giving me a weak smile, her eyes wet with unshed tears. I've never felt as uncomfortable or so much at a loss for words as I did right then. She turned away from me, saying, \"Yeah. We're safe here. This is the safest place in world. Tomorrow, we'll find the people who made it that way.\"\nWe bedded down on the dusty rock in silence. Sleep was a long time coming for me, my mind refusing to be still, my discomfort growing. Arahnar had been near death when I discovered her in a ditch by the roadside; she had received a beating so savage that she had blocked whoever did it from her mind. She had been completely at my mercy as I nursed her back to health, but even then she had not seemed as vulnerable as she did when she turned to me with tears in her eyes. Deep down, she was just a girl who missed her family, and this softer side was not one that I knew what to do with. It was not one that fit with how I'd come to view her.\nMy odd discomfort grew even stronger when she started sobbing in her sleep. I started to wonder if it was right for such a frail girl to be facing the dangers that we'd been exposing ourselves to... and then a shocking realization struck me. The discomfort I was feeling was the rational side of me fighting a desire to take her in my arms and tell her that she would never be lonely ever again. I realized that I'd fallen in love with her! Somewhere along the way part of me had stopped considering her a gorgeous young woman whose bad side was really bad and had decided that she was the \"right\" woman for me.\nYeah, I sure can pick them.\nI must have eventually drifted off to sleep because I jerked awake as Arahnar nudged me with a foot. \n\"Get up,\" she said, standing over me in her stolen Red Wizard robes. \"It's about Midday.\"\n\"Why didn't you wake me earlier?\"\n\"I studied the scrolls some more, and then I did some hunting. You wouldn't have been much help in either case.\"\n\"Fair enough. Did you get a fix on where we need to go from here?\"\n\"I think so. We'll talk about it after you've gotten us some water. I'm thirsty.\" She turned and kicked a bucket my way. \"There's a stream about 100 yards dead-ahead. I'll start cooking the rabbit for you.\"\nAs I filled the bucket, my mind swirled with these and other thoughts about how to best approach Arahnar-did she really feel about me as I had started to feel about her?-but then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I started to turn, but someone struck me square on the back and knocked me face first into the stream. Then someone was straddling my back.\n\"Welcome home, wolf-boy!\" a voice came, muffled by the water. I dug my hands into the rocky bed of the stream and tried forcing myself out of the water. My lungs were already starting to ache. Then I felt a bare foot on my head, forcing my face into the bed of the stream. Whoever was on my back started bouncing up and down, driving what little air I had in my lungs from when as failed to keep myself from gasping. \nAnd then I was drowning....\n",
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