A great warrior princess of the tiny folk dramatically collapses in front of your keyboard. Her markings are fierce, her iridescent carapace scratched, her ant mount nowhere to be seen. They're an incredibly hardy people, often with an ambient aura of good luck, so this is alarming. The internet advises you to place a droplet of sugar water in front of her and cut a little square of soft old T-shirt fabric for her to rest on. After a drink and a nap she rouses. "I fought a van and to my shame, I lost. How can I repay your kindness? I'm not afraid of hard work, either. My honour demands it!"
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