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"Here we are, guys, the midway point between Gracehaven and Corral, Barton Hill's very own fork road with its glorious beacon. Thank you for the escort even though you may not need to get out of the village once in a while. Hehe. In this dark night, those beacons would surely be a good way to light our way, don't you think?" "Alright, I would better head down the mountainside now and reach the other end. It would be daylight if we trudge on to Corral. See you guys again in the next few days, yeah?" "By the way, this trading post is already official and can start delivering the bread over here, alright? One foot of shadow's length after midday. Take care guys...!" "Thank you, Sir Marcel. Take good care of yourself and the remaining trip then. See you over the next few days then." the sco
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