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... rs of the Molten Iron Clan lined up in a long queue.
Like a winding giant serpent, slowly advancing through the mud and gravel of the wilderness.
The Ogres carried heavy supplies on their sturdy shoulders, their footsteps steady; the Jackal-Wolf Folk bared their fangs, alertly scanning every suspicious shadow around them; and the Kobolds carefully tended to the young followers, using their rough claws to guide them through rugged terrain.
Originally located in Needleleaf ...
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