Just Another Struggling Writer

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Arden massaged her temples as the meeting with her expedition leaders entered its second hour. 

“The funding has just about dried up,” Velara was saying. “We’ve asked Casmir for additional donations of supplies, but, predictably, they’re stonewalling. We’ll just have to ration as best we can. Inform your teams that once we reach the Bleak, we’ll be eating lean.”

“But we don’t know how long we’ll be out there!” Tavish argued, ever the nervous nanny. 

“No,” Arden cut in, “we don’t, and it’s pointless to speculate. We’re the first to make the journey. Let’s make sure we’re not the last.”