Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

Another grumble. Ugh, fine, Vercingetorix said, rolling over on his side again. He wasn't renowned for his patience. He toyed idly with the feathers on the ground instead, watching some drift slowly, picked up by the slight breeze. In the background, he could still hear the turkeys gobbling, still sounding slightly agitated. Perhaps it would be a while, yet.

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