With squeaky wheel and collapsing bright yellow cart did the tall moustachioed half elf with strangely vibrant green eyes and all awkward angles in his gait did pass the gate to those of the Anathaeum. It was if he was a puppet with tangled marionette strings, all elbows and collapsing head as...
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