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4″Its late Evening, as the sun sets on the horizon, drowning the world in a soft, red hue as a last farwell, before the night falls, decorating the ink black sky in thousands of stars. It was in this night specifically, an tribal woman from impressive size walked through the doors of the port city of Verdon. She walks past the suspicious guards and into nearby tavern to the barkeeper. "I must speaken to your chief. I brought gold", she says with heavy accent and difficulties for common word.
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