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2.3: Not the homecoming I was hoping for

The rest of the trip home went by quickly with Cyclone, though we rode in silence.  Everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts, I’d have to do something for Elita to make this right.  I’d really put my foot in it.  When I was IronHide, it was the most natural thing to think that she and other Automata like her were less than what I’d become.  Now I was horrified that the thought even existed.  Where had it come from?

We were still a couple of miles out from the Urd gates when we stopped to switch shells and walk the rest of the way in.  It was mid-afternoon and possible that we might run into more Adventurers returning from quests so we had to play it safe.  I really should have asked Beam for a mapping function.  The ability to see the locations of others on a map would be super useful.  We looked around but didn’t see anyone in the area.&

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