in the dank cave. "I'm not old enough for that. Now, let's get out of here so we can get some lunch. I always hate visiting Greece without taking the time to eat."

Ah, to live such a lifestyle that afforded world travel so extensive you could actually ever visit somewhere like Greece and not have a chance to eat, Paz thought.

And then she realized that, contrary to any expectation, she had actually been pulled into just such a life.

The adventurers backtracked out of the deep cave. They had walked perhaps only a third of a mile, but the myriad twists and turns, coupled with rough terrain of varying grade and slickness, prolonged what should have been a short trek.

Wilder shielded his eyes as the group exited out into the mid-morning light.

Safa bent...

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