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Day 1. I am tired of Prontera. I think I should leave. Someone is leaving. Alone. She is pretty. --- Day 3. She hasn't noticed me yet. We have crossed through some fields near Prontera. I think I am lost. Better keep following her. She is wearing some odd clothing I haven't seen before. Might be some sort of dancer. Heh. Dancer. Heh. There is so much grass here. I hate Prontera. I like the Porings though. --- Ericke opened his eyes, his arms and legs stiff. Wincing, he sat upright and stretched out limbs, pulling his arms straight next to his head as he yawned. A Poring bounced around restlessly next to him, glancing at the