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Despite having spent the last two decades on this League-forsaken planet, Caprice still hadn't learned to appreciate the finer aspects of a low-tech existence. Like the lack of bug spray, or the constant, sweltering heat. He was supposed to meet her by the river bank, where the postal boat dropped her off, but he is nowhere to be seen. The driver told her he'd dropped someone else who matched her guide's description off the day before, and that he'd gone up the hill. It was hot, there were too many mosquitoes, and now she might get lost in the jungle and die. Great. It was going to be one of those days. She shouldered her backpack and started the hike. After an easy, twenty minute hike through clouds of mosquitoes, she finally reached what looked like a camp: tents, boxes of supplies. And him, his guide. Terrel Cragsman. )It wasn't the best first impression. Although she'd found the path up here just fine, why couldn't he have met her there? Why risk his client getting lost in the jungle? DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc,, anime, cyberpunk