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"Here we are!" you say. "The Renaissance fair!" As you walk 5 steps across the grounds, you get hit in the head and passed out. You wake up, in a prison cell! You hear voices, discussing something about you. "This girl shouldn't be living! You should let her rot!" The other voice says "I think you're right.This girl being alive could eliminate us!" (Are they talking about me?), you think. Suddenly, an elven girl walks up to your cage and says, "Are you alright?" Then you say, "Who are you? Why are you here? Are you an elf?!" "Calm down!" She says. "It's me, Airies!"