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Any idea how far back your ancestry here goes?
Zel: Not too sure what yur askin'.
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I suppose the good luck was a bunch of helpful happenings—traps already sprung, doors open from the inside? The kind that's just unbelievable enough to become superstition but probably doable by a selectively intangible animal thing? That's what the Twisted I met did for people.
Neil: I have no clue what their luck was my friend, as that summary at the end is a placeholder for the second half of the story. The one who had the full thing left before we could finish making our own transcript, and just told us to put that at the end as he left. Would the twisted you keep mentioning happen to be nearby?