Fist Bump
- * “Trouble,” says Hera, feeling weak that she almost falls to the side. Icarus stops her, patting her back, and giving her water in a bamboo cup. “Trouble?” he repeats. “What kind of trouble?” After she drinks the water, she says, “It's not clear but I saw that we were running away from something.” Rubbing his chin, he recalls what is happening recently. Then he snaps his fingers when he remembers it. “Oh, that!” he exclaims. “What?” she asks, panting. “The noble elves have been acting strange lately... like they're preparing for something. We better leave today to make sure we get out of trouble.” “But we haven't yet reached our target savings.” “Nah, we can earn in another village. Rest there until you're better.” He stands up. “Meanwhile, I'll prepare our things.” “Okay
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