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... icious of the weather, as I was tracking a water mage, but the compass indicated the target was still extremely far away. It was just bad luck. Fortunately, I had a large oiled cloak for myself and a similarly treated blanket for the mount. The terrible thing about the rain was that the noise of the icy drops hitting my hood deprived me of one of my senses as I moved through the wild.
“You know I only took you to make Hercule walk back to the city,” I told the horse as we jogged along. “ ...
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