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 <p>However, rather than that supple plastic, they were coated in a scaly hide, washed in oil-sheen colors. Where the firstrace representatives had little in the way of facial features, though, Stolon almost seemed to have a surfeit. Their eyes were bright and curious, their mouth seemingly ready to a smile &mdash; or some other expression, ey reminded emself, as what appeared to be a smile to humans may not be so to thirdrace. They did not have hair, as made sense for what looked to be a type of lizard, but they did have a crest of what appeared to be feathers of a sort, or perhaps massively elongated scales.</p>
 <p>Beside Stolon and standing a head shorter than even them was a creature that reminded em so much of Debarre that ey was caught off-guard. The resemblance was uncanny: a svelte coat of brown fur with a creamier white starting beneath the chin and heading down over their front &mdash; or at least, ey assumed it continued beneath the thin, blue tunic they were wearing &mdash; and a black-tipped tail behind. Plenty of whiskers, dark eyes.</p>
 <p>The last of the Artemisians, Artante Diria, looked almost-but-not-quite human. Her features seemed far smoother, with a nose that melted into her face and earlobes that ramped smoothly down into her neck below. Beyond that, however, the differences were negligible. She could easily get lost in a crowd of humans with no problem whatsoever, another face of Asian descent, perhaps. She even wore a blue tunic and sarong of nearly identical cut to what ey wore so often.</p>
-<p>All five of stood still, expectant.</p>
+<p>All five stood still, expectant.</p>
 <p>No, not still. Frozen. They stood frozen before the party of emissaries, unmoving. Nothing was moving. The air was still, the light seemed frozen, and it was eerily silent.</p>
 <p>Frowning, ey looked beside em at eir own cohort, and much the same held true. There, at least, there was a hint of movement: Sarah was turning slowly to face a noise to her left, over towards where Why Ask Questions was standing. The movement, however, was more than just slow. It was syrupy. It was thick. It was out of phase with em.</p>
 <p>All of it was out of phase with em. Everything. The world as a whole.</p>
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 <p>He looked back toward the door, worry painted on his face, and nodded. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not totally sure how I know, but I don&rsquo;t think that was Why Ask Questions. That was Answers Will Not Help.&rdquo;</p>
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