[ Rincewind has a vague recollection. After all, he'd been there earlier that day. He stepped out of his sad little tent and began to walk. He stopped. A city this big, who knows how many ways there were to get to Junes. He knew the main road. Well, he thought he did, but there were bound to be others. After a moment's consideration, Rincewind drifted back into the camp and decided that waiting would be a much better idea than getting himself dreadfully lost. ]
I'll, er, just wait here then.
[ he doesn't know if Gordon will respond. It didn't matter. He'd see him soon. And his Luggage. ]
[ He paces little circles around the center of the camp. A picture of raw nerves bundled in fraying red robes. ]
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I'll, er, just wait here then.
[ he doesn't know if Gordon will respond. It didn't matter. He'd see him soon. And his Luggage. ]
[ He paces little circles around the center of the camp. A picture of raw nerves bundled in fraying red robes. ]