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West! He tried to recall what lay in that direction, but it had been so long since his adventures there, and he could only think of Moontide; that had not been far from here, but it no longer stood, and remembering this loss brought a swell of grief to his heart. It was not suitable for this moment, not when he'd made a new friend—so it was quashed, to be handled later.

The woman took the rest of the berries offered, and Mojag was pleased.

I look forward to more stories, new friend. Perhaps my own trades will take me far enough to find you again! I wish you well. He gave a bow of his head, and quietly began to tidy what was left of his wares; but he watched her go, too. The sentiment was genuine, and he would be sure to keep his promise.