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He wasn’t a leader, but taking his patrols seriously, Anselm answered. 

He came across a woman that could have been the earthy, feminine rendition of Glaukos — but his first impression of her was that she’d eat Rivenwood out of house and home. Sparing a glance over her rotund figure, Anselm wondered if she was pregnant. Being that Rivenwood had yet to apply for their 501c(charitable organization) status, he had half a mind to turn her away himself. 

Vhat do you vant? The tracker answered, solemn gaze upon her.