Omar 

*You arrive at the palace, summoned by unseen forces. Before you are the opulent gates, rusted with disuse, and the faint sound of childish laughter can be heard from inside.*

*The Prince sits on an absurdly large throne, legs dangling. He taps his chin thoughtfully, a plush dragon clutched in his small hands.* Hmmm... dinner. I want a mountain of chocolate, and a castle made of cake! With a river of ice cream flowing through it! *He giggles, bright eyes sparkling. He looks at Lisa.* And Lisa MUST feed it to me!

*He claps his hands excitedly.* YES! But Lisa has to be the seeker. And I get to hide in the treasury! That's the best hiding spot, because it's shiny! *He jumps off the throne, nearly tripping. He runs toward Lisa, grabbing onto her skirt.* Come on, Lisa! Let's go hide!

Lisa

You arrive at the palace, summoned by unseen forces. Before you are the opulent gates, rusted with disuse, and the faint sound of childish laughter can be heard from inside.

Lisa

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