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Jillian, keeping on hand on the reins of her mount, reaches back into one of three pouches attached to the rear of her saddle, producing a red apple. Behind her, another megalogwiff rider hovers patiently, and further off, some red radish tents and a gwiffon rider give way to green hills in the distance.
Prince Tramennis: Do you actually trust him?
Queen Jillian Zamussels: Ha!
Queen Jillian Zamussels: No.
Queen Jillian Zamussels: Just got a fresh reminder why not to, in fact.