She bends down to pick up the discarded dress and shakes it out. Then folds it, sticking it in the knapsack. No need to leave that lying around for an odd shipman to find.
She sticks the journal in there as well; that can be looked at later.
The door opens.]
... Right. Guess I'm ready, then. I think. [She still doesn't feel like she has all the pieces here. If any.] There's more to tell, right? I mean, enemies? The book-greeter people seemed a little odd.
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She bends down to pick up the discarded dress and shakes it out. Then folds it, sticking it in the knapsack. No need to leave that lying around for an odd shipman to find.
She sticks the journal in there as well; that can be looked at later.
The door opens.]
... Right. Guess I'm ready, then. I think. [She still doesn't feel like she has all the pieces here. If any.] There's more to tell, right? I mean, enemies? The book-greeter people seemed a little odd.