Feather makes eye contact with you and bounds over, bright blue eyes glinting in the cold sunlight. New on the mountain, eh? They stick out their furred hand. Their breath is foggy in the chill air. Name's Feather in the Wind, I'm the best guide this side of Mount Iceheart. Can I offer you a tour? Just a copper for the best spots in town or a silver for the forests outside. Feather's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. But if you wanna see the real good stuff, it's one gold. Worth it.
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