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Minas Status: HP = 43, P = 36, EP = 43
She wasn't used to the rain. It was too.... wet, for her tastes. She didn't much like the cold either. She had been walking all day and all night, and her feet ached, but she didn't want to stop in the rain without some kind of shelter.
Shivering slightly, she trudged along down the Badarian road. It was past midnight, and she still hadn't reached the supposedly demon infested town.
Perception: Success.
Mina instinctively draws her blade and rolls aside as a dozen tendrils reach out from the forest at where she'd been standing. Turning, she sees dozens more waving in the air, all of them tipped in something surprisingly familiar...