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Another broken pick isn't a problem. They have plenty of spares and all the time they need. It's not like Amelia has anything else going on these days.

"There are some large forests and mountains, but I'm afraid I don't know what a swamp is." If only she knew the lack of climate differences from region to region caused the relatively boring weather patterns on her world she might understand why there are no swamps on her world. Maybe someday she'll understand. "The people of my world are pragmatic, humble, and usually very homely. They know nothing of magic but old tales that no one is certain are true." She pauses, a small sigh escaping her. "I know better, as do my friends back home, but... I'm not sure any of us really understand what we've seen."

None of this is easy for her. Speaking of her world, her friends, reminds her of all the things left undone when she arrived in the Nexus. Even worse, of all the things she never knew she wanted to do that are no longer an option here.

This time, it appears it's going to be Amelia's fault for breaking the pick.