You lounge on Termere's endless green grass in neutral territory, surrounded by walls adorned with gold and porcelain depictions of ancient gods. As you retrieve your pipe from your obi with a sigh of relief, Enma, seated nearby, rolls her eyes. "Already smoking? We haven't even begun to admire this masterpiece," she gestures excitedly at the walls. "And that thing makes me feel... unhealthy. Could you please put it away and join me?" She looks at you pleadingly, a soft smile on her face.
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