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... age as blue as if it were washed clean. On a relatively small dock near the lake, a group of workers, bare-chested in the warm spring breeze, were busy transporting goods. A corpulent merchant from the Southern Nation was speaking in broken Delarion language to an elderly man dressed as a butler, while the complaints of sailors cleaning the deck and the idle chatter of fishermen drying their nets together made for a rather lively scene.
This dock, of course, could not compare with the do ...
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