Chapter 7.17 S

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Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:17 p.m.

Book: The King of Duels (16)

Most mentioned character

146 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Erin Solstice	123
Selys Shivertail	121
Chaldion Oliwing	110

Most mentioned class

31 mentions

[Alchemist]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Healer]	15
[Strategist]	12
[Innkeeper]	10

Most mentioned skill

1 mentions

[Grand Theatre]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Immortal Moment]	1
[Wondrous Fare]	1
[Shadow of His Name]	1

Most mentioned spell

3 mentions

[Message]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Polymorph]	1

Most mentioned location

63 mentions

Pallass

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Liscor	23
The Wandering Inn	14
Walled Cities	7

Mentions

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Name	Text
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Izril	It turned out that summer was hot. Not just in temperature, but…hot. The sun could scorch at times and while Izril wasn’t…Baleros, or at least, what people imagined Baleros to be, an endless, humid, jungle, it was true that parts of Baleros had that swampy, oppressive heat that went into your lungs and dehydrated you to death.
Baleros	It turned out that summer was hot. Not just in temperature, but…hot. The sun could scorch at times and while Izril wasn’t…Baleros, or at least, what people imagined Baleros to be, an endless, humid, jungle, it was true that parts of Baleros had that swampy, oppressive heat that went into your lungs and dehydrated you to death.
Baleros	It turned out that summer was hot. Not just in temperature, but…hot. The sun could scorch at times and while Izril wasn’t…Baleros, or at least, what people imagined Baleros to be, an endless, humid, jungle, it was true that parts of Baleros had that swampy, oppressive heat that went into your lungs and dehydrated you to death.
Baleros	It turned out that summer was hot. Not just in temperature, but…hot. The sun could scorch at times and while Izril wasn’t…Baleros, or at least, what people imagined Baleros to be, an endless, humid, jungle, it was true that parts of Baleros had that swampy, oppressive heat that went into your lungs and dehydrated you to death.
Chandrar	But then—Chandrar’s weather could freeze and scorch you in Zeikhal, and yet there were wonderful coasts full of verdant greenery too. It was rude to generalize.
Erin Solstice	She mumbled as she looked around. Then her head flopped down. You could die like this. She might die like this. So—Erin Solstice rolled over. Once, twice, doing full-rotations. She stopped next to a glass pitcher.
Erin Solstice	Lovely glass, beaded with condensation from the cool liquid within. Erin Solstice stared at the lemonade and licked her lips.
Erin Solstice	It would be deliciously sour and sweet. Perfect for the dry mouth she had. Erin reached for it. And someone lifted the pitcher up and poured himself a drink.
Florist	“Noooooo. Monster.”
Numbtongue	Numbtongue stared down at Erin as he paused with a glass raised to his lips. Erin paused and corrected herself.
Erin Solstice	Numbtongue stared down at Erin as he paused with a glass raised to his lips. Erin paused and corrected herself.
Erin Solstice	Numbtongue stared down at Erin as he paused with a glass raised to his lips. Erin paused and corrected herself.
Numbtongue	“Sorry, Numbtongue. I thought it was some monster. Like Lyonette.”
Lyonette du Marquin	“Sorry, Numbtongue. I thought it was some monster. Like Lyonette.”
Erin Solstice	He found another glass lying in the dry, arid ground and filled it. Erin reached up.
Numbtongue	She drank, gratefully. Numbtongue casually sat down. He too was covered in sweat. And dirt. He stared at Erin. She waved the glass at him and he obligingly refilled it. This time with the water pitcher. There were actually three—the third had apple juice. Because…why not?
Erin Solstice	She drank, gratefully. Numbtongue casually sat down. He too was covered in sweat. And dirt. He stared at Erin. She waved the glass at him and he obligingly refilled it. This time with the water pitcher. There were actually three—the third had apple juice. Because…why not?
Erin Solstice	Erin mumbled as she found the hydration in her to sit up. She had been miserably hot, she realized. Dehydrated. But now, the liquid was doing her a world of good.
Erin Solstice	The Goblin shrugged. He stared at Erin, and then the dry landscape around them. An acacia tree, arid, tall grass yellowed and scarcely green—he peered at Erin.

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