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... cold sting of mountain air. Trafalgar stepped closer, eyes narrowing at the pot suspended above the flames. The smell was... tolerable. Simple porridge, seasoned lightly with dried herbs.
Dren stood beside it, sleeves rolled up, stirring with a wooden ladle.
"What are you making?" Trafalgar asked, his voice flat.
"A soup, young master. Should be ready soon," Dren replied, offering a casual smile. "Would you mind watching it for a second? Nature calls... rather urgently." ...
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