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    Synopsis:

    Okta is preparing meals for the road and Ikaron is snooping around the hag's corner, against his mother's pleas.


  • 1.
    Ikaron
    : Eerie little black rock. Wonder what it does?bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_Abde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_B
    • 4.
      Okta
      : Probably rots your fingers off. Leave it be!
      End
  • 2.
    Okta
    : Anything of value?bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_Cbde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_C = False, bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_B = False, bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_A = False
    • 3.
      Ikaron
      : No... it's all junk.
      End
  • 5.
    Okta
    : Do I have to drag you out of there by the horns?bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_Bbde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_C
    • 6.
      Ikaron
      : I'm just curious! Her knick-knacks could be worth something.
      End
  • 7.
    Okta
    : Son, stay out of that old woman's things.bde7a4f1-933f-f6ce-4a3e-4b1f29f83704_A
    • 0.
      Ikaron
      : Come on. You can't tell me you're not curious.
      End