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Post by Emery on Mar 9, 2024 12:12:35 GMT -6
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Post by NPC on Mar 17, 2024 19:51:11 GMT -6
The Trader lifted a teacup into the air, clutching it through the sleeves of his cloak. He turned it over for an uncomfortably long moment before nodding. "This will do," he said. Suddenly seven rich chunks of blood iron ore sat on the table in front of her. She could take them away as he delicately stacked the roses on a nearby shelf.
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