Editing An End, at Last

{{Storylet
|ID = 355708
|Icon = rowboat.png
|colour = silver
|Description = It takes you a while to gather your senses. The boat feels very crowded around you. Though when you try to look, really ''look'', you are alone. No, not alone. There is one other here with you. Well, other than ''him'', of course, he who is always here.
|Unlocked with = various redirects from [[Last Orders]]
|location = a slow boat passing a dark beach on a silent river
|Option1 = Greet the Starved Lithologer
}}
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 |Icon = rowboat.png
 |colour = silver
-|Description summary = The description varies based on {{IL|London, Falling}}.
+|Description = It takes you a while to gather your senses. The boat feels very crowded around you. Though when you try to look, really ''look'', you are alone. No, not alone. There is one other here with you. Well, other than ''him'', of course, he who is always here.
-{{Variant table|Condition = London, Falling|Effect = Description|Compact = yes
-|Value 500 = It takes you a while to gather your senses. The boat feels very crowded around you. Though when you try to look, really ''look'', you are alone. No, not alone. There is one other here with you. Well, other than ''him'', of course, he who is always here.
-|Value 600 = "I know what it looks like when a city ends. It looks worse than this from here." A rictus is neither a smile nor a leer. "And better."
-}}
 |Unlocked with = various redirects from [[Last Orders]]
 |location = a slow boat passing a dark beach on a silent river
 |Option1 = Greet the Starved Lithologer
-|Option2 = Express relief
-|Option3 = Express pessimism
-|Option4 = Stand up, holler, and sing an extended series of boisterous songs
 }}