[ Garma gets up and looks over his work, and the tree, for a little moment. It's... a really gross tree. Like, absolutely disgusting will-haunt-him-in-his-nightmares gross. But he also does feel sorry for it. ]
... well then. Farewell, all of you.
[ Time to cross the stream with his remaining things and... yeah. Let it burn. ]
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... well then. Farewell, all of you.
[ Time to cross the stream with his remaining things and... yeah. Let it burn. ]