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Svaljna moved fluidly, because she had to…
“I grow weary of this travel, Grejyre.” These were the words which set Grejyre’s once carefully manicured life into tumult…
“I’m a guildfellow, here,” Ferrik tried to cut through the excited din of the tavern to his date, “I work as a smith”…
Sylber saw the shape of a whisper, rippling out across endless disjointed space, and it drew him to fixation…
Under the tarpaulin wings of the skyship Raravis, all planes sailed under the banner of the Athalial Explorer’s League…