We saunter in to see the room in disarray, someone had obviously gone through my things. I reach to touch the Kwazuac neckpiece on my neck absentmindedly.
“Give me a minute.” I tell them. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalon.” I chant, making my room to fleetly arrange itself.
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