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... ooked up at the night sky, thinking.
They were seated around a piece of splintered statuarya hand, closed around a broken swordbetween the tall Nymean sentinels. Those monstrous insides were glaring down at them all, the Henaari having decided to spend the remainder of the night in the shelter of its wardings. They were minor, but were clearly driving away wandering beasts and unwanted eyes.
Handy, that.
Built to celebrate our people's pact of trust with the folk of the C ...
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