Good Outposts Make Good Neighbors
                                 As Dawn was about to step into the receiving chamber, she
paused in front of the mirror near the door and tucked a ringlet of her brown
hair back into place.  It defiantly popped free again.  Dawn clenched her lips
and shook her head slowly.
How did I ever end up playing the part of queen? she
thought to herself as she examined her appearance in the mirror.  I am a
warrior, a third-generation royal guard.  I have fought orcs and ophidians and
demons and giant, mutant plants and all sorts of monsters… and now it
seems I must face tea parties with potentates and dignitaries.  I am unsure
which is more likely to kill me.            
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