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�Stand back.� Ebreth the boar took a running start at the door and smashed it open in an oddly cathartic splintering
of wood. The lock mechanism fell to the ground and spun there, once. �I never knew pigs had such strong necks before,� he
mused, hopping up on his hind legs to inspect his tusks in the hall mirror. �Learn something new every day, I guess. This, ah, this
spell does wear off on its own eventually, right?�
�You�re asking me?�
�Jack,� sighed an older man, rubbing his temples as he stepped through the broken door and into the hallway.
�You have no idea how much trouble you just got me into in there, do you?�
�Uh...� Jack Yearlate balked a little and looked to Ebreth, who looked equally confused, insofar as a pig could look
confused. �I�m sorry, do I, uh... know you?�
�Jeez, kid, it�s your uncle Asinus! I wasn�t born a donkey, ya know.�
�I, have amnesia,� Jack apologized.
�Asinus?� said the pig.
�You had better not be one of my old sidekicks from that flarkin� barnyard revolt of �89,� Asinus grumbled.
�No,� he said. �No, it�s Ebreth Tor. What are you doing here?�
�Looking for you two, obv--� Asinus stopped. �You have got to be flarkin� kidding me.�
�I�m afraid not,� said the pig. �I can see how this gets old after a while.�
�Let me guess. You found the impression of Arturian.�
�No, Aithne did it. You�re all here, aren�t you?�
�Hell yeah,� said Asinus. �What got into Witchy Spice?�
�She thought we were doppelgangers. Long story.�
�Well, it�s something of an improvement, anyway.� Asinus grinned, and switched the pig on the side with his bow.
�Come on, you two, let�s gather the troops and get out of here before my destiny figures out where I went.�
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