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57
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fay are wandering through an abysmal tog, cursing the very tact you woke up this morningYou cant see two feet in front of your face and everything is just so cot and damp. Walking down what you think is the road, you nearfy bump into an elderly Savvas. ”Ah, how fortuitous is such a meeting," the Savvas says. *You look like the ones whom my protege worked with for some time. Normally I would not give the lesser races a second glance, but the master of elements must have seen something in you." It stretches its joints and looks around. 7 lmmr you must be having a rough time with this weather I could offer you something that may help.*
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