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Sometimes, there's just no one to heal.
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Cave canem (beware of dog).
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"We do, and we do, and we do for you kids and this is the thanks we get?"
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A triage team visits the Undine Hut. Fallen exiles were relieved to see a column of Thooms flowing from the entrance.
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Standard Thoom lineup procedure. Lorikeet was quickly able to determine who the faux Thoom was.
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Rutabaga was about to head off to fight the undine. I interrupted the Thoom meditation for a quick blessing.
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A night assembly of Thooms.
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Bones and Paramedic on a trip of exploration.
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Sometimes exiles have a hard time telling Thooms apart.
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