"Hm, well done," The March Hare nods to you all, moving to toss another gift onto the pile in the centre of the table, "I hope you don't mind spiders, because it's an Arachnocratic."
There's a rattle in the massive teapot beside him, before it settles again. The March Hare points his thumb towards it, "Perhaps our tired companion will care to wake up in order to give you the next gift... Only one way to find out. Get to it."
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