Dwarf of the Gold ate his second-to-last ration of bread under a tree in the pouring rain and grey, dark, menacing clouds. He had been walking the whole day yesterday, and slept the last night, and woke up in a rain storm. He hadn't been attacked yet on this trade route from Erato to the Dwarf Village. "Impressive!" He thought. But the walk was taking longer than he thought. He only had about four hours left of actual walking. But the storm wouldn't hold back. The Dwarf didn't want to wait any longer, and started walking, through the rain and muddy ground.
While walking through the soggier of grounds he came up to a hut made of large branches from the forests' trees. An engraving on a piece of bark read, "Na jú ca fe I". "Don't you come for me.", the sign read in the southern land language of Stévîsh.
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The Reason Zahara Ran to the Capital
AdventureSo, the only Hunter and the only tool smith for one village are living together well. But when papers come to Zahara, a six-day journey turns to a nightmare.
