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"Just not having to live in a larger person's basket on their shoulder is going to be really wonderful!" Vecla says, working her way through another clumsy spin.

After one final examination of the prism, which Control pronounces "ideal," it's time to return home.

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Hard rains hammer the plains, slowing your return home and forcing you to seek shelter most nights. Though not one of the bee people's "warrior caste," Vecla is compelled to build a flail. It's a kind of obsessive behavior; Vecla is aware of how strange it seems, but cannot stop until she has manufactured a kind of "ball and chain" made from a round riverstone and a length of rope.

At last you reach the forest. After several more days, the village of the River People comes into view. Villagers gather around Vecla in awe. While Chief Kothis asks the herbalist about everything that happened, Control moves to install the prism in the Specular.

"We did it, Crowchar," Alexius says. "I can't believe it, but we might actually get out of here."

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