(Lucretia has begun to think she might never understand how the pool of people the portal selects from actually works. She frowns thoughtfully.
She doesn't have a lot of time to walk and stew over it though, because they push out of another clearing, and suddenly the roar of water is much louder, getting closer. Lucretia turns her head toward the sound, distracted.)
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(Lucretia has begun to think she might never understand how the pool of people the portal selects from actually works. She frowns thoughtfully.
She doesn't have a lot of time to walk and stew over it though, because they push out of another clearing, and suddenly the roar of water is much louder, getting closer. Lucretia turns her head toward the sound, distracted.)
We're close.