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"Yes, let us make haste," Mariel said, relaxing somewhat, but eyeing the goblin warily. She considered it likely that the diminutive creature would be distracted by the frozen treat that had been charitably relinquished to her.

"Tir na Og beckons. It can't be gone. It's there. Somewhere. It must be. We have to find it," Mariel half-whispered, turning to hide the unwelcome tears that threatened her eyes. To show pain was suggested weakness. To be weak was to invite predation. The wilds had taught her that. The uncountable wilds scattered across the planes.

Hiding her sorrow in anger, Mariel nodded, and moved to stand next to Aaliyah as if to suggest it was high time to open the portal and for the gathered party to move onwards. There were too many eyes in the market. There were too many schemers in Sigil. They had attracted enough attention.