Herbalists' Cache κ

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the bearman had taken two strides in shedding himself of this place when a woman's accented voice sounded. he turned to take in a powerful warrior with half her face dipped to white.

he watched her, then accepted audience. "your man? rude. you want talk?" skorpa asked with what he felt was unceasing patience. "take me to camp. give me meat. then i tell what i know."

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