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Compared to the soupy air of the edge, the climate here was just splendid. Ingrid was suddenly very glad she'd come here instead of going to the Dragon's Throat. It had been a long walk though. Like, really long. Her hooves were killing her. This is what I get for going soft. she thought dryly, remembering how strong she'd been after her near hundred-mile trek to reach Helovia. She shifted her weight to try to alleviate some of the soreness before they started walking again. She assumed they were going to go further before being greeted by the Basin. Sacre's bellow proved her wrong. Ingrid quickly decided that there had to be a more efficient way to do this. Her herd was here to get help building a giant, glass temple for goodness' sake, she refused to believe that a damn doorbell was out of reach, especially with Gods around who were willing to help. Regardless, she was content for now to wait for the Basin representatives.
