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... Anthropologist asked, his rocky brown skin gleaming faintly under the artificial sun of the dungeon.
He wore a black-and-white tunic draped over his entire body, looking like one of those ancient sages who renounced desire and lived a life of temperance.
Something he certainly wasn’t doing.
He sat cross-legged on a chair carved from smooth stone, sipping a cup of tea that exuded a soft herbal fragrance, something between honeyleaf and fresh greens.
He asked his q ...
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