The half-orc presses on, leaving poor defenseless me standing all alone in a pitch-black corn field in Melora knows where.

Perhaps I can find the human meatshield though. It seems quiet enough to risk shouting.

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Gary, can you go back through and tell the others about this place? Ask them if they can stick something more stable than a piece of rope through the portal. Say, a mundane item like a staff or rod?

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?