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ACT I SCENE VII AKRISIOS
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THE FOLLOWING morning, Minho woke Cassandra up bright and early. It took a considerable amount of effort to get out of her hammock but a great deal more not to just roll off and fall onto the ground. And maybe burrow herself into it. She quickly used the bathroom and met up with Minho around the back of the Homestead. He cocked his head to the side and gestured for her to follow him.
They came to a little shack which he unlocked with a brass key. Inside was a dusty and mothball infested affair, so much so that it was actually pretty depressing. Odd and poorly crafted weapons hung about the room or were left strewn across several tables with numerous boxes piled haphazardly around the walls.
