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Nhim certainly hopes that this is the right farm. She's visited several on her way here with no luck, and the deer she carries in her maw is starting to taste a bit off. The dragon lands in an ungainly fashion at the Cooper farm, dropping her catch with a thud and peering into the house's upper story window. "Hello?" she calls, experimentally, then mutters to herself, "I hope no one has those damned sticks again, if this isn't the right farm..."

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"Centuries," she says, nodding. "I am almost six hundred, and have seen it many, many times. But it happened long before I hatched, and will continue to happen long after I die. It's simply the way of my world."

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It turns out there is one thing Oliver is not happy to discuss with Nhim - the patterns of her blessed world being one of them.

The conversation undoubtedly flows on, but if Oliver has his way, not about that.