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I awoke today ready to sail the fine seas in my never-ending search for the entranced. Normally it takes hours of constant sailing to find even one person in the throes of the disease.

I recall to my boat and note that I land in a bit of an
unusual position. Moving to take my normal place I run into something!

I’m perplexed.

Ah… it’s my guild mate Finster the Llama god.

Aye, for someone who spends as much time in Trammel as he
does… he should be loaded!

Show yourself!

ALLO!

OH NO!!! It looks like he’s caught the trance! I hope the
boat isn’t infected.
Time to clean the whole thing.

My recommended disinfectant.
Kills Sea Trances, Dead.

Let’s get a better view shall we.

Hrmm… The field isn’t working fast enough. He could go into
stage 5 trance at any moment!

I bet he’s thanking God I showed up. This could have been
the end of him.

Phah!

Thankfully he woke up from the trance shortly after he was disinfected.
I gated us to my home and arranged to have him returned to
the living.
He loves saying that to his Lootees =>
Editors Note: At this point I felt nothing else funny would
happen so I stopped taking pictures. I armed my bow and started taking out some
of the local animals while I awaited his return.

Ouch! WTF?!?!

I went from happily killing an Ogre to dead faster then I
could get my hand to my screenshot button.
He must have been making sure I didn’t have any of the
trance.

I guess this means he doesn’t hate me.

True that.

He who laughs last... er… you know the rest.
*Sighs*