The Caravan at the Ford
Spring of Year 1Traders out of the Verge want passage through your northern woods. Your ranger says the road they'd cut will scar the treeline, and that scars of that kind do not close.
Traders out of the Verge want passage through your northern woods. Your ranger says the road they'd cut will scar the treeline, and that scars of that kind do not close.
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