[Among the swarm of displaced wingless people is an equally displaced Eli. He's got ref-white-and-blue wings, presently puffed out in annoyance as he sits in Good Spirits sipping on some bubbly drink from a world he's never heard of glaring out the window at the mobs.
Hmph. You don't get this kind of pampering in Kin'corra.]
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Hmph. You don't get this kind of pampering in Kin'corra.]