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... ough the canopy of branches and leaves hanging overhead, casting soft sunlight over the goblin camp and its surroundings, Lance stood at the edge of a clearing, arms crossed, surveying the scene before him. A group of goblins was gathered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism as they stared at the wooden tools laid out on the ground in front of them.
"Let me get this straight," Rynne said, tapping one of the crude wooden plows with her spear. "You want us to dig holes in t ...
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