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Ingrid arrived at the cliff a few minutes later. She didn't really like manual labor, but she knew the cause was worthy. She glanced around, and suddenly her blood turned to ice. Dragons. Why must it always be dragons? she wondered, unable to control her rapid heartbeat as she stared at the trio. She had to fight the urge to turn tail and flee as she started clearing, working as far away from the scaly creatures as possible.
She tried moving a rock, but all she ended up accomplishing was bruising her cannon when she tripped over the darn thing. She then tried pulling up a few saplings, but for the most part could only strip them of branches — which at the very least tasted alright. The roots remained intact though. Eventually, she gave up on clearing trees and rocks since she lacked any means by which to move them. Determined to help somehow, she started picking up branches and small trees that the others had already ripped out of the ground and set aside. She carried them away from the cliff, looking for all the world like a 16 hand puppy as she cantered back and forth with saplings between her teeth.
