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... rmth—the smell of grilled meat, sweet fruit, and wood smoke drifting lazily across the lively stalls.
Druvarn, once again back in his plush bear form, waddled happily between food vendors with Rue and Rina flanking him like two tiny guardians.
They didn’t need money to buy anything in the village because the stall owners had nothing to ask for in exchange. Not yet, at least.
It was all preparation for when this place would officially be a city.
At that time, the u ...
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