Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20180211163904/@comment-26863232-20180304145934

You realize the group of tourists is a lot bigger than you thought. It seems like the majority of the inhabitants spend their time in this large group. A deer notices you and waves her hoof. She has a large scar that runs from her lip, and other longer scars that wrap around her arms/legs. She's..... oddly familiar. She pushes through the group, strutting like she's the master of the clique.

It occurs to you that everyone here - except for Goldie - has some sort of scar. Charlie has one that runs across his eye, and the tourists all exhibit some form of injury. But there's no time to mind that, for the doe is talking.

"Greetings, Essca.  I am Juno T. Doe, but everyone calls me Master, for I am the first person to get here, even before Goldy.  How have you fared?"