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... unt with envy and jealousy.
They had never seen a flying horse in the Borderlands, so they wanted to ask where he had caught it.
Some of the thick-skinned ones did try. But Ulric only smiled faintly and offered no answer.
The scouts understood. If they were in his shoes, they would also gatekeep where one could capture such a magnificent steed.
After nearly thirty minutes of traversing the forest, they finally arrived at a clearing surrounded by high wooden walls. ...
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