The musk was getting to him. Paranth's horse hadn't had a bath in several days and it was getting bad. He had taken to rubbing a scarf with scented oils and wrapping it around his face to stave off the odor. The scarf had been bartered for at a village on the mainland, the woman who made it was...
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