Tarsa's Problem

"Which no doubt is what they intended," Fred said grimly. He walked over and examined the wings himself. As he had thought before, they appeared to be exactly like bat wings in every way – with the exception of them being abnormally larger. "How am I going to face the priests?" As much as Fred dreaded going to them, he knew he had to. They were the only ones who might be able to help her. "Come on" Fred urged, walking towards the door and motioning Tarsa forward. "We need to bring you to the church immediately."

1. Tarsa nodded and proceeded to follow.
2. Tarsa shook her head. "No, the church is the last place that we should be right now"
3. Tarsa shook her head. "No, I know a better place"

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