FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

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The girl laughed. She leaned over and peered at Draven from head to toe. The beastly bear had stopped stomping its hoofs on the ground now; it was instead chewing contentedly on the grass by the road. After chewing, it would spit it out and then continue again.

The girl’s partner started to laugh too, stretching his arms far and wide. Draven was too tired to be uncomfortable being the bit of the joke. He just wanted to take a ride. He was sure that the distance he needed to cover couldn’t be done on foot, so it was a miracle that he had come across these people who were stupid enough to tame a beast.

“You actually have audacity,” the girl said. “It isn’t a decent amount, you know? You better be careful and hold that mouth of yours tight.”

“I need help,” Draven moaned. “Please, I’m dying.”

“You were going to die a moment ago, so what difference does that make?”

“Please,” Draven said. “I’m not talking about a literal death. I mean that I would die in despair if I did not get to my desti