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The meeting is still going on, in fits and starts, upon this bit of the Cibolan coastline. Roasting snakes and rotating conversations into a variety of topics. The climate is muggy and the bugs are buggy, though some may have inherent gifts to deal with unpleasant things like that. And if they don't the smoke from the firepit can help to alleviate most of the problems of the little flying six-legged freaks. It's also pretty dark. The beached ship has had lanterns hung upon it, and torches have been thrust into the ground. Antukt City is visible in the distance and aglow. There are a lot of ships in its Port and anchored out to sea. A number of longboats and skiffs have been available to bring people in.
Ruby is off changing her bandages for some fresh ones, having chewed on snake and parched her throat from a bunch of tongue wagging. Wiping herself down strategically from rivulets of occasional perspiration, she takes a swig of something alcoholic and greets again. "Almost ready for tha last bit I need tah get off me chest. Touched upon it briefly before, but it all about a need tah push beyond tha golden circle. There be good reason not tah be satisfied with just maintainin tha status quo."
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