Tokudaiji sat in the small tavern, sipping from the broken cup he had been given by the barman. The wooden goblet was in poor shape, chipped on one sides with cracks running down its entire surface. The green liquid within constantly leaked through the cracks, and Tokudaiji had to regularly wipe...
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