You are colonial and colonia, the thief and the trickster.

You are yourself whole, but you are also your own brother and your own sister.

You are two.

But which one of you is the trickster,

and which one of you is the thief,

is sometimes difficult even for you to tell.

You are one and the same,

but two totally different beings, but the same one.

And you have stolen Bave the Planter's magic bag,

the bag which contains the seeds for every tree, the pollen for all of the flowers and the

spores of any mushrooms. This is the sack that BAV carries around the world, sewing the

beginnings of all things. But you took it while Baves slept soundly. The wine you gave

him and the sleeping route you put in the wine certainly had nothing to do with the soundness of his sleep.

It was his fault for falling for such a simple trick.

But Sleeping Root wears off quickly when used on a god, and maybe you didn't think that part of

the plan all the way through.

From far across the world, which is no distance at all for a god,

you hear Baves deep furious bellowing.

So now you hold Babs bag. What would you like to do?

Stash it. You want to stash it? Where would you like to hide it?

I want to stash it Torva's house. One of the things because you want like to

hide it,

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