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Re: Pitch your tent here.
*dumps dry wood in front of his tent and sets it on fire with a wave of his hand*
*starts grilling some meat*
*Meloner pulls out some parchment and quietly writes the end of his last story, occasionaly gazing at the starry sky for inspiration..ignoring the drunken homins staggering to and fro a bottle in one hand and a trykerette in the other*
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