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There were men in the woods with 3D-printed chainmail and LED-tipped wizards' staves. Eliza watched them from the campsite office: flashes in the trees, and every now and then, a knight or a warlock emerging for a piss or a phonecall or a can of Irn Bru. God, they looked stupid. It was hard not to laugh when they came to pay. But there hadn't been a monster in the woods since they started coming.