When going after this find, Pondcomet was very
internal with her thoughts. I asked what was going
on in her pumpkin...the cemetary Glark...the cemetary
she babbled. I knew of her fear of the undead, so having
The Chisel guide her while she averted her gaze from
the graves. We came upon GZ and Pondcomet made the
FIND! Besmerched! cried The Chisel... Trying to put a
happy face on, I trudged to the transport and began to
search for the next cache. |:{> GB
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