Now, this brings you back. A towering thing of rustic proclivity, intricately carved with the faces of what you can only assume are auspicious daemons once hailed by some forgotten peoples. You nabbed it up from a traveling museum eight years back. You were so young then --- less cultured in your craft --- it’s a wonder you were even able to pull it off. I guess it helps that you pumped their tent full of somniferous gas. Good times… good times.

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