"A coin from a nonexistent country... When Choral the Conqueror mastered Rostland, having claimed it for Brevo
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- "This is strange… I feel the traces of the rune magic of Thassilon, heavy spells of cyclopes, precise wizardry
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- The Storyteller rolls the bright bead in his palm. "Just glass — but so much more beautiful and valuable than
- "Ah, the belongings of brave heroes, who performed their feats here before you. I sense you would be intereste
- "Ah, the belongings of brave heroes, who performed their feats here before you. I sense you would be intereste
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