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He waved to a wooden butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a fair portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.